This past weekend, my husband took me out to a movie and lunch for Mother's Day. We went to see Ghosts of Girlfriends Past. Funny, light, enjoyable, very much a chick flick. (Face it, Matthew M. is pretty easy on the eyes.) I had a great time, saw plenty of things coming in this movie, but didn't mind. I was actually a little proud of myself for seeing the plot and structure of the movie, the epiphany moment, the rising conflicts, etc. Made me feel like I might finally be getting the hang of this GMC/Plot and Structure thingy.
The theatre was terrific too, stadium seating, plush chairs, lots of legroom. And through all the opening previews, Peter and I were the only folks in the room. I chose to sit in the top row with my back to the wall, since I hate having people sitting behind me during a film. They're forever kicking the back of my chair.
As the opening credits of the film rolled, however, three ladies laden with Big Gulp sized sodas and popcorn/nachoes/milk duds/ju-ju-bees came in. And where do you think they sat? In the row RIGHT IN FRONT OF US. 400 seats to choose from, and they have to sit close to us. Sigh. Not another soul came in to see the 11:50 matinee. Just the five of us. And Peter was the only guy. He's such a good sport. Then we had a nice lunch, an extra treat since we'd gone out on date night the night before.The next day, he had to blow off the lingering estrogen dust, and watch a John Wayne film. A Manly one. Allegheny Uprising. Lots of shooting, and war, and buckskins.
Next we'll go see the new Star Trek movie, after which I'll probably need to watch My Big Fat Greek Wedding or While You Were Sleeping.
When we take the kids to see Night at the Museum: Battle of the Smithsonian, I'll probably need to watch Night at the Museum again.
What movies have you seen, will you see, and were they guy films or girl films?