Very often winter is the only time I set foot in a theater. While I like a lot of animated movies for kids and some big-budget thrillers, I prefer smaller movies. I prefer independent films, foreign movies, or Oscar-bait dramas. Nicole Kidman in a fake nose? I am so in.
One of my favorite parts of going to the movies (besides the popcorn) is the preview trailers for other movies. Even a stinker of a film can look good for ninety seconds.
I do watch a lot of movies at home. I hate to admit it, but I even like bad movies when seen from the comfort of my couch. Around the holidays I can watch a whole lot of Hallmark Channel weepies.
I love cheesy Christmas movies where the crusty old curmudgeon learns the Real Meaning of the Season from some big-eyed orphan.
Or where some down-on-her luck B-list television actress of a certain age finds the Will to Love Again. I love this stuff. I cry like a baby as the closing credits whip past.
In the spirit of fine seasonal entertainment, I present “Connecting Flights”.
You see by the end why I was rooting for the refrigerator. It took some hits, but came out as good as ever. The resilience! Bravo!
I travel pretty frequently. I always meet interesting people when in airports and on planes, though I’ve never discovered an old love. But then, I’ve also never said “Totes weird. That’s so cray!” Perhaps that’s what is missing from the equation.
It is funny to find the six degrees of Kevin Bacon you have with a stranger. Recently I met my fourth-grade teacher’s cousin. Yep, that was odd.
I do like seeing people reunite in airports. I miss the old days when you could meet passengers right at the gate. That is how my mother-in-law saw our new baby, her first grandchild, for the first time.
Just like Eddie and Totes-Cray discovered, anything can happen in an airport.
What was your favorite line in the Connecting Flights “movie preview”? Would you watch a real movie like that?
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I’d watch it at home, when my husband is out of town.
Of course. That’s how i watch my guilty pleasure, Real Housewives of Beverly Hills!