So my friend Jack purchases edited movies (for an exorbitant amount) much to my delight. It allows my typically guilt-ridden mormon conscience to enjoy R rated films that I have longed to see, yet out of some probably dramatic concern for my salvation have not yet previously viewed.
Last night I watched Little Miss Sunshine. It was hilarious! You know those films that you just know you'll love, this was one of those. (Kind of like me purchasing Grey's Anatomy on DVD before I had ever seen it, or more recently Pushing Daisies (I know I'm gonna love it)). ANYHOW, little miss sunshine depicted what I like to think is the real American family. A completely dysfunctional, weird, slightly self-absorbed, set of individuals who don't necessarily get along even 10% of the time, but deep, deep down love each other and find this love in the most dire and hilarious of circumstances. Movies like these allow me to embrace the realization that my family is not exactly "normal," and savor the fact that we put the fun in dysfunctional. Now, I'm not saying that I have a grandpa who snorts heroin, or a suicidal uncle, nor have we ever transported a dead body in the trunk of our car but we definitely have quirks and I think we are better for it.
Besides, normal never won any Oscars.
2 days ago
1 comments:
"I would like to dedicate these moves to my Grandpa, who taught them to me."
"Aw thats sweet. Where is your Grandpa now?"
"In the truck of our car."
Post a Comment