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valis2Just got home a few hours ago, long hot miserable drive, blah blah blah.
The show was great, a teeny little show, but very worthwhile! I was thrilled with the result. It was right down the street from my parents' house in this little town in MI, so it was great to visit with them. The show was Sat & Sun.
Saturday night I went to their house after the day was done (they were still busy selling T-shirts for the town), and skipped around on their digital cable until I came upon the very beginning of Dogville, which is a Lars Von Trier movie starring Nicole Kidman that I had heard about and thought I might want to see. They weren't coming home until 10 pm, which is when their favorite show McLeod's Daughters was on. I have no idea if I've spelled that right. Anyway, what follows is the conversation that occurred when they came home at 9:35 instead (Dogville started at 8pm, I thought it was over at 10pm).
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iibnf had an entry like this at some point...honestly, though, it reminds me of a similar sketch in How to Irritate Anyone with John Cleese.
Me: *watching Dogville intently*
Dad: *comes in* What are you watching? (loudly)
Mom: *runs to the back of the house*
Me: Dogville.
Dad: What?
Me: Dogville.
Dad: Dogville? What's that?
Me: It's this movie by Lars Von Trier.
Dad: Who?
Me: Lars Von Trier.
Dad: Who's that?
Me: Er...he did the whole Dogma 95 thing---
Dad: Is that Nicole Kidman?
Me: Yes.
Dad: Oh! Now I know what it is. This is a horrible movie.
Me: Okay.
Dad: I tried to watch it but it's awful.
Me: Well, I've watched most of it but I'd like to watch it through to the end.
Dad: We're going to be watching McLeod's Daughters at 10.
Me: Yes, I know. It just has twenty minutes to go, I'm going to watch it.
Dad: Okay. *goes to the back of the house*
Mom: *comes up front and sits down in front of the TV immediately after Dad leaves*
Mom: What's this?
Me: Dogville.
Mom: What?
Me: Dogville.
Mom: Dogville? Who did it?
Me: Lars von Trier.
Mom: Who?
Me: Lars von Trier!!
Mom: Is this the one with Nicole Kidman?
Me: Yes!
Mom: Oh, this is an awful movie.
Me: Well, it's near the end.
Mom: It's horrible!
Me: If you would like me to turn it off I can.
Mom: It's such an awful movie.
Me: I can turn it off if you don't want to see it.
Mom: Noooo...it's just such a miserable movie.
Me: Yes, well, just a little while longer.
Mom: *tries sewing something to a hat* Damn it! *curses a bit more*
Me: *sigh* *starts to realize that there is no possible way this movie can end in five minutes*
Dad: *comes back in and sits down* This movie goes until 11, did you know?
Me: I was starting to guess that. You can change it if you want.
Dad: Well, it's not 10 yet. There are still 5 minutes left.
Me: *realizes something awful is about to happen onscreen* *hands Dad the controller* Change it if you want.
Dad: There are still 5 minutes left.
Me: *cringes as nasty scene suddenly happens*
Dad: Oh, this is awful.
Me: Just change it!
Dad: *changes channel*
And as I was getting into bed, I thought, how wonderful it is that I can have this conversation with them. No, I'm not being sarcastic. I'm so happy they're still with me, in good health, and that they're so happy where they are. It was a little annoying to miss so much of the movie, but that's what DVDs are for, after all.
It's kind of odd...their house has suddenly, inexplicably, begun to smell exactly like my grandparents' house (my father's parents). I think that was why I was so affected when I was getting into bed. It was just the thought that my grandparents have been gone almost twenty years, and I miss them, and I wish that I had understood them more and appreciated them more while they were alive. The common sadness of all of us who lose those who are close to us, and it just crept up on me and swamped me in its bittersweet tea.
I'm a little loopy and disoriented, and I'm not certain if this entry came out as I imagined it. Anyway, *hugs* to the flist. I'm glad to be home.
The show was great, a teeny little show, but very worthwhile! I was thrilled with the result. It was right down the street from my parents' house in this little town in MI, so it was great to visit with them. The show was Sat & Sun.
Saturday night I went to their house after the day was done (they were still busy selling T-shirts for the town), and skipped around on their digital cable until I came upon the very beginning of Dogville, which is a Lars Von Trier movie starring Nicole Kidman that I had heard about and thought I might want to see. They weren't coming home until 10 pm, which is when their favorite show McLeod's Daughters was on. I have no idea if I've spelled that right. Anyway, what follows is the conversation that occurred when they came home at 9:35 instead (Dogville started at 8pm, I thought it was over at 10pm).
iibnf had an entry like this at some point...honestly, though, it reminds me of a similar sketch in How to Irritate Anyone with John Cleese.Me: *watching Dogville intently*
Dad: *comes in* What are you watching? (loudly)
Mom: *runs to the back of the house*
Me: Dogville.
Dad: What?
Me: Dogville.
Dad: Dogville? What's that?
Me: It's this movie by Lars Von Trier.
Dad: Who?
Me: Lars Von Trier.
Dad: Who's that?
Me: Er...he did the whole Dogma 95 thing---
Dad: Is that Nicole Kidman?
Me: Yes.
Dad: Oh! Now I know what it is. This is a horrible movie.
Me: Okay.
Dad: I tried to watch it but it's awful.
Me: Well, I've watched most of it but I'd like to watch it through to the end.
Dad: We're going to be watching McLeod's Daughters at 10.
Me: Yes, I know. It just has twenty minutes to go, I'm going to watch it.
Dad: Okay. *goes to the back of the house*
Mom: *comes up front and sits down in front of the TV immediately after Dad leaves*
Mom: What's this?
Me: Dogville.
Mom: What?
Me: Dogville.
Mom: Dogville? Who did it?
Me: Lars von Trier.
Mom: Who?
Me: Lars von Trier!!
Mom: Is this the one with Nicole Kidman?
Me: Yes!
Mom: Oh, this is an awful movie.
Me: Well, it's near the end.
Mom: It's horrible!
Me: If you would like me to turn it off I can.
Mom: It's such an awful movie.
Me: I can turn it off if you don't want to see it.
Mom: Noooo...it's just such a miserable movie.
Me: Yes, well, just a little while longer.
Mom: *tries sewing something to a hat* Damn it! *curses a bit more*
Me: *sigh* *starts to realize that there is no possible way this movie can end in five minutes*
Dad: *comes back in and sits down* This movie goes until 11, did you know?
Me: I was starting to guess that. You can change it if you want.
Dad: Well, it's not 10 yet. There are still 5 minutes left.
Me: *realizes something awful is about to happen onscreen* *hands Dad the controller* Change it if you want.
Dad: There are still 5 minutes left.
Me: *cringes as nasty scene suddenly happens*
Dad: Oh, this is awful.
Me: Just change it!
Dad: *changes channel*
And as I was getting into bed, I thought, how wonderful it is that I can have this conversation with them. No, I'm not being sarcastic. I'm so happy they're still with me, in good health, and that they're so happy where they are. It was a little annoying to miss so much of the movie, but that's what DVDs are for, after all.
It's kind of odd...their house has suddenly, inexplicably, begun to smell exactly like my grandparents' house (my father's parents). I think that was why I was so affected when I was getting into bed. It was just the thought that my grandparents have been gone almost twenty years, and I miss them, and I wish that I had understood them more and appreciated them more while they were alive. The common sadness of all of us who lose those who are close to us, and it just crept up on me and swamped me in its bittersweet tea.
I'm a little loopy and disoriented, and I'm not certain if this entry came out as I imagined it. Anyway, *hugs* to the flist. I'm glad to be home.