As I sit here, in the dark office upstairs, I can hear the TV blaring shots from a snipers gun. I can hear screams and moans and vague words. Patrick is watching another man movie.
I want so badly to watch movies with him. I've made it through several, beyond the required four, and thought that I could do it again. I can only take so much blood, guns and fighting before I have my hands over my eyes and my fingers in my ears. I'm still trying to figure out a way to spend time with Patrick watching movies he likes (rather than watching When Harry met Sally or French Kiss, again).
There are a lot of movies we both enjoy that are, well, intense or dramatic. Let's see here: The Bourne movies, The Ocean's movies (maybe those don't count...), Lonesome Dove, The Patriot, Gladiator. I've learned to make it through the last two. Since I know what happens, I'm happy to watch the parts I like and close my eyes during the gross parts.
When I leave the room, I feel bad. I want to stay and endure the movie. I want to spend time with Patrick and snuggle on the couch. I can't. I ask questions and move around. I flinch and squeal. I ask more questions and then, I leave. I feel like I'm missing out on precious time with my husband, but is it worth potential nightmares and certainly uncomfortable feelings that I have when we watch these movies?
The good guy usually wins. It's just a movie, to me. But to Patrick it's a way to relax, a testerone producing, manly strength only brought out by fierce fighting, machine guys and lots of spraying blood. He, oddly enough (to me), is recharged by these movies. He finds pleasure and some kind of enjoyment that I can only relate to by reading a great magazine, wearing a cute skirt and then proceeding to bake the best dessert I've ever made.
So, after all of this and because I just read the whole plot synopsis with spoilers, I am going to go back downstairs, put on a happy face and enjoy the end of the movie with my wonderful husband. Certainly, I don't like this movie, but I LOVE spending time with Patrick - however I can. Anyways, I know what happens (and I'll be sure to cover my eyes) and the good guys wins and so do I.
4 comments:
So... what the movie?
The movie was "Shooter" with Mark Walburg. He has sure come a long way since Marky Mark, let me tell ya!
When we rented that movie, within the first five minutes or so Casey was like, "I am buying this movie immediately!"
Definitely a guy movie...but I can hang with the guys pretty well...I even watched the Godfather Trilogy with Casey a few weeks ago!
I can watch "shoot 'em up" movies; I can't watch scary movies. I saw Shooter; it didn't bother me. However, I can't even watch movies like "Scream" (BAD scary movies, if you get my drift). I have nightmares and become even more afraid to be alone in the evening than I already am. I guess we all have our thing. Thankfully, Wes would rather read a book than watch a movie, so I typically get to pick them out. :) But I do know how you feel, just in a different genre!
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