Definitely, Maybe. P.S. I Love You. Mean Girls. Up. What are these you might ask? Is this a list of my girlfriend’s favorite movies? A top-ten of the greatest chick flicks? There are only four, first of all, but I need to discuss something with the 6 of you reading this. Why did I stay [...]
Definitely, Maybe.
P.S. I Love You.
Mean Girls.
Up.
What are these you might ask? Is this a list of my girlfriend’s favorite movies? A top-ten of the greatest chick flicks? There are only four, first of all, but I need to discuss something with the 6 of you reading this. Why did I stay up hugging my pillow tonight when I was watching the first movie Why did I allow almost 20 minutes to go by while I watched the second? What was appealing to me about Mean Girls that I couldn’t find on the internet? Why did I tear up multiple times during Pixar’s latest adventure of an old man and a chubby boy scout? Fuck man, where did the days go where I yearned for explosions and martial art kung-fu fighting and non stop 100% pure adrenaline found only with a cast of Keanu Reeves, Gary Busey or both.
Maybe because I watched the first two by myself I felt free of criticism, although I had to stop P.S. I Love You because after Gerard died it was draining my testosterone. Mean Girls had hot girls talking about Taco Bell. Up was an all around fantastic film, and my friends who watched it with me also admitted some man tears at the end. I really liked Definitely, Maybe and I will fight you if you disagree. Man-Crush on Ryan Reynolds? Possibly.
Entourage is still awesome and arguably the best show on Television. I still polish my Point Break collection every morning. The bench press is still my favorite exercise. I love beer. But what am I to make of these, these changes in my movie preferences? I no longer want to watch movies with senseless violence and death. I am solely drawn to positive and meaningful material, made better if I can relate to it. I want to be inspired, or laugh, or feel like yeah, I’ve been there too. Speaking of which, I loved every one of M. Night’s films with the huge exception of The Happening.
So maybe this change isn’t something I should fear. My manhood is still intact, and I imagine it happens to plenty of maturing adults. We’ll see where it takes me for the rest of the Summer Blockbusters.
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