fine whine

I think I figured out why watching movies (at home) with my wife is frustrating—she doesn't respect them. Tonight we watched The Stepford wives and twenty minutes from the end she gave up completely and went off and did something else. This is after having made fun of it at various points such that I couldn't listen to the dialogue (which for many films is entirely appropriate, just not "classics" like this one). Not only that, but when she came back into the living room and the DVD was done she asked me what had ultimately happened. Instead of explaining I replayed the two relevant scenes, but I think she remained puzzled. At this point I should mention that we watched the 1975 version, as it seems that some sort of remake is in the works.

Hollywood really is eating itself.

Anyway, I thought it was a pretty good film, considerably better than (the same author's) Rosemary's baby though certainly in the same vein. Anyway, not to give anything away or anything like that but to have Jessica disagreeing with me on something like this just shows that she hasn't, in fact, been replaced with a "perfect" copy, and I suppose that's reassuring in some way.