Thursday night, Amy & I watched Soapdish, which she hadn’t seen before. She enjoyed the heck out of it, but marveled over how much I liked the movie. I’d seen it a few years ago after a friend of mine told me, “It’s one of the only movies he’s in in which Robert Downey, Jr. doesn’t have the best performance.”
Watching me cracking up over the over-the-top bitchiness of the women’s performances, Amy asked me, “How did you ever end up marrying a woman?”
I replied that at least I wasn’t an opera fan, but that didn’t provide much of a defense.
Last night, we were clicking around when I noticed that Sky High was just starting.*
While I was making drinks in the kitchen, I heard Amy say, “Ooh! Lynda Carter!” and “Ooh! Bruce Campbell!” within two minutes.
I walked back into the living room and said to my wife, “And you’re amazed that I got married?”
Thank gosh we found each other.
* I recalled a short writeup in GQ that mentioned this flick as one of the least appreciated movies of 2005. Instead of tedious Disney kid-fare, it was actually supposed to be pretty witty (especially with two Kids in the Hall making appearances in it) and entertaining for semi-developed adults. Unfortunately, GQ has the least-helpful website in the world, so I can’t pull up that recommendation.
But it turned out to be right. The movie was a hoot, at least for geeks like us. And with the, um, mature sexiness of Ms. Carter and a straight-haired, brunette, glasses-wearing Kelly Preston, Sky High may have the highest MILF-factor of any movie in years.
