I had a couple of good long discussions this weekend and a short, but important discussion, and I am feeling like a human being again. Just sometimes it means the world to hear from other people “That is fucked up and I don’t know what to do or make of it either.”
It’s nice sometimes to know that you’re not overlooking some obvious solution.
I watched Spy again last night and I laughed again. One thing that really struck me is that one of the reasons I find Jason Statham so delightful in it is that he’s being funny. Like somehow him being funny doesn’t negate his handsomeness.
But, and I say this as evidence as kind of my own internalized bullshit, Melissa McCarthy is just objectively stunning. Like, she is really beautiful. But, much like Lucille Ball, since she’s sending out “funny” not “cute” cues, I didn’t notice.
I don’t know. I have a lot of thoughts. It pains me to be honest about them. But it means a lot to me to see Melissa McCarthy out in the world being beautiful, making movies, even comedies, where a lot of people want to fuck her. I’m embarrassed at this age to need that, but I do.
I love Melissa’s outfit going into the casino. It’s so classy and just wonderful.
And you have watched it to the very end of the credits, haven’t you? Jason cracking up for real just makes me happy!
Wait, what?! No. Damn it. I’m going to fast forward through the whole movie right now and be late for work and I don’t even care.
I would put that scene in the ‘okay to be late for work’ category.