Recovery

I have a brighter outlook today. After an evening snuggling with Mr. Clairol (who has a wonderful ability to make anything seem better) and watching a very bizarre, highly acclaimed movie, I can face the day and my children again.

We watched There Will Be Blood last night. I rented it because my husband really wanted to see it. My brother and dad gave it a thumbs up. It was nominated for a bajillion Oscars and a lot of people screamed when it didn't win everything it was up for. So I figured, why the hades not?

Because it is bizarre, depressing and lacking a cohesive plot. I think that I am not smart enough for movies like that because I am left wondering, "why did he hit that guy," "why do they have a baby on an oil lease" and "wait a minute, why is this character such a spaz?" I am not intellectual enough to "get" a movie that is a series of vignettes loosely connected by the fact that they are from a single man's life.

Now I will admit that after the first fifteen minutes or so, I gave up and read a Charlain Harris novel, paying nominal attention to the movie. So I may have missed crucial parts. But even Mr. Clairol, who watched the entire thing, was left cold. At the very end, he looked at me and asked, "What the F*&# was that?!?"

Lest you think we are complete philistines, we enjoyed No Country For Old Men. That was arty-ish and had an ambiguous ending as well, but there was a plot. I wasn't crazy about the violence, but it was well done and necessary to the story. So, I got it. But this one? Sorry, but not even Daniel Day Lewis swimming in his long johns could salvage it for me. On the other hand, the Charlain Harris novel was excellent!