Well technically it was the second time, but it felt like a first to me. The first time was in 1999 and the movie was ‘Cruel Intentions’ and I was actually just killing time while waiting for a friend. I was prepared to walk out of the movie too. It wasn’t a pleasant experience at all, and I felt super jittery. I was 28 then.
So now with a twelve year break in between, at the ripe old age of 40, I can say that I have really, really watched a movie alone. This time I enjoyed the movie a lot more and that’s why I’m counting it as a first. It also helped that it was a movie I’ve wanted to watch for the longest time. I’ve wanted to watch it since stills of the movie were leaked by paparazzi.
So I bought one ticket for ‘The Tourist’ and went in with low expectations. Whenever I go into a movie after hearing all the bad reviews I usually end up enjoying it. It always turns out to be pretty good. When the reviews are too good, sometimes the movie can be a let down. This movie – was pure fun. Johnny Depp’s character was really sweet and Angelina Jolie looked stunning, although I thought she was just too skinny. I think her body looked best when it was much curvier like in the movie Original Sin. It must be from running around with all her kids, doing movies and saving the world (I’m not being sarcastic at all, because I really do like her). When I first saw the trailer I thought her British accent was stilted and awful, but her first lines in the movie were in French and I was truly impressed.
What I didn’t enjoy? Well I chose a seat that had no one sitting beside it, but someone ended up beside me just as the movie started and he really had terrible body odour. I feel so mean to say this and I don’t fault him at all. He probably didn’t realize it. I usually have a stuffed nose and B points out these things to me, but this time it was so bad that I had to turn my head. On top of that the guy had brought into the theatre some kind of melted peanut butter toast. Five minutes into the movie I could hear the rustling of plastic bags, as he took out his grub. So now I had to contend with the stink of melted peanut butter. It doesn’t sound bad but it really was a bad combination. I tried my best to immerse myself in Venice with Jolie and Depp and just forget where I actually was. B told me I should have moved seats, but the theatre was super packed and I being the silly goose that I am didn’t want to make the person beside me feel bad.
Another very young blogger friend of mine, Miss Ene wrote today about dining alone and it captivated me. Like her, when I was in my twenties I was mortified to dine alone and I thought it was make me feel like a loser. I felt like everyone would stare at me and think what a pathetic soul. When I tried doing it in my thirties, while waiting for B, it wasn’t so bad. But I only recently started really doing it, while waiting for no one. Going out and eating alone just for the sake of making myself enjoy solitude and independence. I think it’s working because I now realize that no one is staring at me. It’s all in my mind. As I look around I noticed other confident people, alone too, with their laptops and books. And beautifully dressed women with their designer handbags, just having a meal.
I’m finding out that turning 40 can be quite liberating, because you start not to care and realize it’s now or never.