Last night, whilst enjoying a
Tito's martini and the company of Clayton at a new (to us) local bar, our new bartender friend put on the soundtrack to the new movie "Drive".... Now, I love Ryan Gosling. Just last week we enjoyed his performance in "The Ides of March." What a standup guy, right?
OK. So, of course I've been wanting to see "Drive". The music, the fast cars, the Gosling....But it did look like it might lend itself to violence. And ever since I was a little girl, I have not been able to see scary movies, or violent movies. They slay me. No pun...
But after a couple cocktails last night, our bartender convinced me that this was a "great movie, and just close your eyes, and its not that gory".....What a lying sack of sheeyat.
Natasha told me not to see this flick. And she knows first hand what its like to sit next to me in a movie that freaks me out. It's fairly embarrassing for anyone who knows me. Pacing up and down the aisles, trying to make jokes to my neighbor in order to conceal my tears, running to the lobby to tell the manager of the Los Feliz theatre that this movie was "way too violent for kids. AND adults".....
Yes my friends, this kind of behavior was all typical at last night's 9:40 showing. The picture above is where I spent 60 percent of the movie. On my knees, crouched behind the last row of seats, screaming "SHIT, NO, OH MY GOD, NO!!!!! WHY??????!!!!!"....
When the movie was over, I felt faint and woozy. Poor Clayton felt so bad. "Why did we see this if you were going to react this way?"
My response was "you wanted to. And Craig the bartender said it wasn't so bad!! and I thought I had had enough alcohol to numb my nerves!!"....
I know its the movies. I know. But everything looked and sounded (even with my ears plugged) so realistic and horrifying. It's just that I already have terrible anxiety. These movies make it worse. And while yes, there were truly beautiful moments, sweeping cinematography, and cool music, my fear was paralyzing.
So with that, valium here I come.
