I cannot possibly have a Wrist to Forehead Sunday today, because I have Monday off. Don’t hate on me, those of you who must work. I have worked plenty of Monday holidays in my life. This does not mean I will make a decent blog post. It has gotten hot and humid again, and we have been sitting in front of fans watching movies. Get it? We’re movie fans. It must be bad joke Sunday. Anyways, I downloaded a couple of movie pictures, so here we go.
This is pretty much as creepy as it looks, but not quite in the way you may think. If you indulge in commonplace thoughts.
Steven recently acquired Mr. Brooks (2007) from a cousin who was downsizing his movie collection. I remember going to the theatre to see this movie. I had forgotten it was as recently as 2007 (ooh, there’s a sign of age: eleven years ago is recent! Oh, my grey hair and arthritis!). It turns out I had forgotten a LOT about it, as had Steven. We were fascinated! I may have to write a whole blog post about the movie, although it was far from cheesy, which is my usual kind of movie to write about.
Since Mr. Brooks was rather intense and dark, we wanted something lighter for our second feature. I suggested another we had not seen recently: Robin Hood: Men in Tights (1993). My sister Cheryl gave us that DVD but for some reason it is not one we pop in a lot. I love Cary Elwes (“Because, unlike other Robin Hoods, I have an English accent”). Ooh, I just saw the connection between the two movies: Kevin Costner starred in Mr. Brooks AND was the Robin Hood referred to in the parenthetical quote.
A straight arrow if ever there was one!
We disagreed briefly about our third feature but at last settled on The Big Chill (1983). To me that is a Sunday night movie, and it has a great soundtrack. Moreover, it features William Hurt and Kevin Costner, who were both in Mr. Brooks, in case you did not recognize them from the first picture. Unfortunately, Kevin Costner plays the dead guy, and they cut all the flashback scenes he got to act in. We only see him briefly as a lifeless body in the opening credits.
Wouldn’t you love to be hanging out with these guys?
So we didn’t really have a theme for our Sunday movies. It’s too bad, because I could have gotten into a Severed Head Sunday. Maybe next week.
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