I went along with Chey to a movie she wanted to see at the Lagoon Cinema. The movie was Yes. It is an independent, artsy type film. It is the story of a woman in a cold marriage having an affair with an exiled Lebanese man in England. Chey was thinking that the movie would be a little steamier than your normal fare and interesting. She was way, way, way off on both accounts.

First, it was pouring out. Luckily I had changed my head light since the last time we had seen a movie on a rainy night and I could see alright. We pulled into the parking lot at pretty much the exact same time, I parked right next to her, and we ran over to the theater. Being the gentleman that I am I had no umbrella for her to use. The partially transparent, white top she was wearing was not what one would normally consider “ideal” for the situation. There was a huge line outside the theater, which we got into. After only a couple of minutes of standing around we figured out that it was a line for another movie. We skipped by it, got our tickets, and headed to the theater. Phew!

And then we sat down to watch. Yikes. Chey will readily admit that she missed the ball on this one. She said that she usually picks out good ones, but not this time. It was pretty painful at times. At the beginning we were trying to figure out what was strange about the way everyone was speaking. It just all seemed so high-brow and unnatural. I started to notice a few rhymes every once in a while and a certain rhythm to the way they were speaking. After a while, it had become clear; they were all speaking in rhyming iambic pentameter.


My thoughts on the subject are this: if you’re William Shakespeare, go ahead and write all of your dialog in rhyming iambic pentameter. If you’re not, then just don’t. Every conversation just felt so forced and fake. Chey and I laughed at many inappropriate times because some of the things the characters said and the way they said them were just so ridiculous. And the “passion” between He and She (those were the names given to the lead characters) was basically a lot of talk about passion. It was difficult to imagine one’s self getting too worked up over anything going on between them.

The acting wasn’t so bad. Two of the leads were Joan Allen (Bourne Supremecy and Pleasantville) and Sam Neill (Jurassic Park and Bicentennial Man). The other star was Simon Abkarian, who was pretty good as well. We just had a hard time caring about these crazy people who talked like no one in the world talks.

We struggled though, and with each other’s support, made it to the end of the movie. It was a trial, I assure you. I think I might have left a theater early once in my life, but the thought crossed both of our minds near the end of this one. The only reason I wanted to stay was my morbid desire to see how this mess would end.

Since you’re never going to see it (please, don’t go see it) I’ll tell you how it ends. The title of the movie is “Yes”, correct? The beginning of the movie is when She says “Yes” to the advances of “He”. She’s not sure she should have said yes, but she goes with it. They end up having a few problems. She’s aunt dies, which is apparently a huge deal, since She ignored her aunt for years and years. And then She’s husband ends up cheating and She decides that she needs He and says “Meet me in Cuba”. At first he refuses and doesn’t go. But while She is taping her own confessions to God and He is figuring out that maybe he doesn’t have all that great of a life himself he says “Yes” and then goes to meet her in Cuba, and everybody lives happily ever after.

Did you follow that? No? Well, welcome to our wasted 100 minutes last night. Luckily I had a cute girl sitting next to me or I would have been really angry.

After the movie we headed outside into the cool evening air. The first cool evening air in a month or so. It felt really good. We headed down to Zeno’s just down the street for dessert. I had a ginormous piece of cheese cake and Chey had a apple crisp like dish topped with ice cream and hot chocolate. All was very tasty. We just sat at a window bar seat and talked and people watched for a while.

After finishing most of my cheese cake (which had about 10 Reese’s Peanutbutter Cubs crumbled around it as well) we left and made the short walk back to our cars. Except for the film we watched, it was an excellent evening.