The first time I saw Silver Linings Playbook, I was walking in Brooklyn Heights with my dear friend Bird (has knock knees like Big Bird). We were walking on Pineapple Lane (delicious) and there was a veterinarian clinic (I heart animals), and an apartment with fantastic gaslights outside of it (stellar). I was like, holla, this is the life. Maybe one day I'll live on Pineapple Lane in that gaslight apartment and have a cat. And then we saw the movie and I was like damn, that's a good movie.
I saw it exactly two days later with my mom. This time in a strip mall in a small Massachusetts town. I still loved it.
I then proceeded to read the book, which I enjoyed, but it was somehow not as good as the movie which is totally rare I feel. The best part of the book, in my opinion, is the following passage, from the chapter, "I Fear Him More Than Any Other Human Being":
But he takes a deep breath and his soprano sax starts to sing the bright notes of "Songbird"....Kenny G's hips are swaying right before my eyes-with every brain jolt I'm yelling, "Stop! Stop! Stop!"-the end of his instrument is in my face, pounding me with smooth jazz..."
Pounding me with smooth jazz??? Amazing. Plus, Kenny G has always kind of freaked me out too so I can relate.
Anyway.
Tonight, after taking some barre/meditation class, my friend Michaela and I met at a place called UnWINEd in the mall. It's a wine bar. Get it? UnWINEd??? And yeah, it's in the mall? What?
The place is kind of ridiculous. I mean, who drinks wine in the mall?? And there is like an older dude there playing a guitar which is strange, because really, where are we?! Then again, once I walked into the Rite Aid in town and there was someone playing a piano. I kid you not.
Anyhoo. So, two glasses of Cabernet later and we're going across the street to the movies in yet another, strip mall. Oh, America, you and your strip malls.
The cars are parked crazily, mainly in non-spots, as is often the case at this joint. Yet, no one is there when we walk in. Literally, no one. Like, we got in for free.
So, we are pretty stoked about this, duh, and then the movie begins. And I love it, again.
Now, it's a pretty amazing movie and it's funny but not like dumb funny, but rather smart funny, and it is hopeful and insightful, and makes you feel good and stuff. But, another good thing about the movie is that it has definitely made me less judgmental when it comes to guys. Well, maybe.
Here's the deal. I like one guy like every five years. Random taste, but generally the guy does not wear khaki pants or football jerseys (and I like football! but, still...). And here is Bradley Cooper, wearing khaki pants WITH a football jersey in a GOOD scene, because mainly he is wearing a trash bag (yes, a trash bag) throughout the entire movie. And, he is bipolar. Yet, he is totally amazing.
So, now, thank you Bradley Cooper, maybe I will give guys that wear trash bags, khaki pants, football jerseys, and are bipolar more of a chance.
And also, the movie is really, really good. Believe me, I wasn't even into Bradley Cooper before this, so I guess in a sense, thank you movie for making me more open to Bradley Cooper. Maybe if I ran into him on the street I'd give him a chance now...or something...
And! When we left the theater, there was a cute bunny munching on dead grass on the outskirts of the parking lot. That's gotta be a good sign, right?! A silver lining, if you will??
Anyway, go see the movie.
The end.
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