There I was, dragged, dragged I say to the movie theater to see what would possibly be the chick flicks to end all check flicks. Titanic. The Wife Unit insisted on seeing the movie (when we still went out for movies), and so there we were.
At the time I was sitting there thinking “this has got to be the most retarded movie idea ever”. So, as the lights dim, I lean over to my wife and say, none to quietly,
“Hey, guess what?”
“What?” she asks.
“The ship sinks.”
Oh man I had the wit back then let me tell you.
Three things happen:
The two tweeners in front of us turn to me and I swear shoot TWEENER NINJA EYE DAGGERS (TNED) at me. You would think these maybe-pubescent girls would not know the infamous Female Glare of Doom yet, but I swear I squirmed in my seat and vaguely wondered for my safety. As they turned back, I crossed myself.
Then from behind me a guy (and a complete stranger no less), totally loses it. He starts laughing so hard I can’t help but turn and grin. He has tears streaming down his face. He wife/girlfriend/significant other/spousal equivalent turns in her seat and actually smacks him. TWACK. This shuts him up, and then she turns to me and gives me a look like “you’re next”. I wipe the grin off my face and turn back in my seat.
It’s the Wife Unit’s turn to glare, and LO I FEEL THE ICY ARMAGEDDON APPROACHETH (get it, icy, Titanic, iceberg… never mind). But then she says, raising her voice because some inane preview is on the screen,
“Be QUIET or I will COVER your eyes when they show Kate Winslet’s breasts.”
Well that got my attention.
“Uh, this movie has boobies?”
“Kate Winslet’s breasts?”
(note even then one did not refer to Kate Winslet’s breasts as mere ‘boobs’)
“Yes! Now BE QUIET!”
Then from behind me I hear,
“Did that woman just say we get to see Kate Winslet’s breasts?”
Followed by a,
Followed by the TWEENERS OF DOOM turning in their seats and going,
I am now watching this film with the utmost attention. And yes, the ship sinks.
The lights come on and I stand up because I believe my ears are going to bleed from the Celine Dion song. I turn to my partner in crime, the man behind me. I cannot contain my enthusiasm for this wonderful film. I cannot!
“I can’t belive we got to see Leonardo DiCaprio freeze to death!” I say.
“I can’t believe we got to see Kate Winslet TOTALLY NUDE, Dude!” he says.
We high-five each other, but simultaneously our body temperatures drop due to the combined ICY GLARES OF DOOM from four annoyed females who really really have to pee.
To this day, Best. Movie. Ever. Thus, when I think of that space between Christmas and New Years, I think of movie… magic.