Proof I love my wife
The Kentucky Theatre has some great old movies that they show on Wednesday nights during the summer. I took Kim last night, and I knew it would be painful (I think Ron Burgendy, Anchorman is a great flick). How? Because it would be the original King and I. Musicals. Nice. Oh well, maybe it will be a bonding moment for the two of us….
Who the hell am I kidding, this will be 2.5 painful hours of my life I won’t get back watching Yul Brenner play a Southeast Asian, poorly, might I add. This is the equivalent of Demetrius having to eat lunch at the American Girl store bistro.
So we get in line, and it does get worse. The print of the King and I is bad…so they are substituting it with…Oklahoma!
The one redeeming aspect of this movie, the single redeeming feature, is to watch Rod Steiger try to sing and dance. What made him do this movie!?! I focused on that.
That and Shirley Jones was kinda hot back in the day.
But after a short period of time you move past that, and start to think (inner dialogue below) things like:
“Is my Camel smoking grandfather on my mom’s side turning over in his coffin?”
“I think I’ve seen this before…oh that’s right, when I had chicken pox my mom watched this one night and because I itched and couldn’t sleep I watched it with her….”
“Singing cowboys in satin shirts named Curly? Got it! So the remake of this movie today is Brokeback Mountain!”
“I bet I could eat two whole buckets of popcorn, sitting through these songs, I deserve it.”
“Should Rod Steiger be doing interpretitive dance?”
“What the hell is interpretitive dance, and is this it, or am I just guessing?”
“The guy in front of me is singing along. I bet he is an ‘arts’ professer at the university. I bet that this isn’t his wife next to him.”
Other less bloggable thoughts entered my mind too….
Oh, and the worst part, I couldn’t get to sleep! The singing was too loud and pitched and the old seats were uncomfortable….damn old theatre!
Think I’m exaggerating? Then share my pain: