Last night, after Der Bingle arrived – and Shane had his fairground trip, Summer decided it was time for a party. Tongue in cheek, she talked of quality bonding time with her grandparents, by which she meant watching a movie while she interjected “remarks”.
Choosing a movie when the watchers are AmeliaJake, Der Bingle and Summer is the first obstacle to a fun-filled evening. We started off with a prolonged checking of what was on TV; that led to the viewing of the ending of at least two movies, one of which was Thelma & Louise and a somewhat prolonged period of her calling out the titles of DVD’s. We couldn’t agree on one, so we watched Tommy Lee Jones in, brace yourself, Volcano.
That would not have been my choice had I been alone, but agreeing to it ended the Chinese torture of titles of movies bouncing off my head with the rhythm of dripping water. She had not seen it before and we didn’t realize she did not know it was L.A. from the get-go. L.A., which she pointed out, does not have a volcano.
I announced I needed Taco Therapy and Der Bingle said he wouldn’t mind having a bean burrito, so eventually there I sat on the sofa, munching tacos, watching Tommy Lee Jones and fielding questions about the movie we were currently watching . . . and comments about the last part of Thelma & Louise and the off the cliff into the Grand Canyon scene. Summer felt that by ending the shot in mid-air, T & L might have survived and concluded it left too much to your imagination. Okay. Any remarks about iconic movie moments fell smack on the floor of a virtual Grand Canyon. Gravity and imagination – I guess it has a personal variable.
So, I sit this morning, sated with tacos and a little sleepy, When Quentin and Robert William were little, we made a point of introducing them to classic movies. Cameron, too, has become a fan of them, but this one . . . can I bear a long monologue about Ilsa getting on the plane or not getting on the plane?