Says my husband. Not me. Ever.
Our entertainer for the night decided he’d venture out to the Redbox to rent a couple of movies because we don’t have Netflix or any other kind of home movie rental business that requires a monthly fee, because we are cheap bastards. He returned home with one family style movie to watch from the hours of 7 to 9 pm, and one adult only movie for 9 pm on.
And not that kind of adult movie, ya pervs.
Anyway, the two movies that were on deck for the evening were: The Amazing Spider-Man and Magic Mike, two gloriously current movies that none of us really cared about seeing.
Yeah. My husband rented Magic Mike for us to watch after the kiddies went off to bed, presumably because he thought he’d gain some side benefit from his wife viewing a movie about sweaty men taking their clothes off.
Hold up. Let me clarify something that you may not know: Magic Mike? The movie that my husband rented for us to watch together? Is about male strippers. Holy Patrick Swayze, Chippendale Batman. I am so not into watching strange men take their clothes off. Never mind that I loved The Full Monty back in the ‘90s when it was the funniest movie about male strippers I’d ever seen in my life. Or the only one. Because male strippers are the worst.
Now look here. I am quite aware that there’s a little revival of the female fantasy genre in the arts going on today. First all the vampires. Egads, so many. Then Fifty Shades of Come On Now, Seriously? The soft porn industry has squealed into our living rooms with a book series that women are embarrassed to be seen reading at the community pool. These books have their own wing in every airport bookstore. Now we’ve got Magic Mike taking up space in my brain. Really? This is what women want?
Okay. Maybe women do want these things. I could be the outlier.
But listen up. Give me a movie about a good-looking smart guy who takes care of business and tries to take on the world, and another one about a good-looking dumb guy who needs to be taken care of by everyone else, and my preference is crystal clear.
|Oh, boy. Here we go.|
|Give me a nerd with a good head of hair |
in a skin tight spidey suit and I'm good.