So I went to see Black Swan with The Rabbi last night. It was okay. I like the ballerina stuff and the costumes and makeup were gorgeous, and I’ve always secretly wanted a pair of toe shoes of my very own, so seeing those made me very happy, but the ending?
The Rabbi and I both burst out laughing at the last line because the ending was just so piss poor. It was so stupid we couldn’t help ourselves.
I know we were supposed to be moved? Or something?
Now, granted, I had just consumed an El Presidente Margarita at Chili’s and she had a DIY Bourbon and chocolate ice cream milk shake (DIY means you order a plain drink and pour booze from your flask into it under the table, fyi) (I must get a flask) and so maybe we were feeling a little silly.
Or maybe the movie was a little cheesy and we didn’t understand what all the hype was about.
I like to think we are budding movie critics and I can see us like a drunken Siskel & Ebert sitting up there in the balcony passing judgment and flasks of bourbon.
That will be us.
PS: I drove her manual transmission car home because she made me do it and it was EASY, leading me to believe that Mister’s car is a dickhead.