girlfiend

Yesterday, after a job interview 12 miles past not-too-far-to-drive, I drove another two hours to the Jersey shore to visit with my mom for a few days before we have a raging fight and I drive home in a rage. It seems that this time around my mom has gotten some pointers from Boyfiend about how to keep me happy. Not only did she bring me coffee in bed, she may have slipped a Xanax in there. Mmmmm. Morning Xanax. I love being on vacation.

Last night we ordered some Chinese food- not great, but edible, and watched a couple of movies. The first, Modern Romance, bored the shit out of me. I fell asleep for the last 90 minutes. I have no patience for Albert Brooks at his neurotic best, and at one point I awoke, and briefly found myself subjected to his primate-like hairy shoulders and arms. I guess men didn’t go to the salon for waxing in the early 80s.

After the shit movie concluded and I officially got up from my nap, we watched Spanglish. Mix, I couldn’t disagree with you more. I loved Spanglish. The film was well-acted, well-written, and fully absorbing. I can’t stand Tea Leoni, but her character was unlikable, so I didn’t care. Cloris Leachman was wonderful, and the kids were likeable and real. Even Adam Sandler wasn’t bad. I didn’t mind him as a serious actor in Punch-Drunk Love, and I liked him as an actor in Spanglish. The script was a little heavy on the sap quotient, but I’m an easy cry and I like sappy. James L. Brooks is good at sappy- his other films is Terms of Endearment and it doesn’t get sappier than that. My only real complaint, aside from the PG-13 rating which generally turns me off, was that I was convinced I was watching Penelope Cruz until the end of the film when I unfortunately learned that it was Paz Vega, and all of the Cruz/Cruise jokes I was making in my head were for naught.

Oh, but check this out. The IMDB search page for Spanglish has Penelope Cruz’s name as the first approximate name match. It’s not just me.