nobody's little weasel.

Last night started out to be a bit of a disappointment. I was supposed to watch I'm Not There at the Cumberland theatre @ 10:10pm. Unfortunately, this plan was thrown out the window as soon as those delightful, wet flakes started a-fallin' from the sky. Ended up at Blockbuster with Mikey trying to find something interesting to watch at home instead. Originally, I'd suggested The Basketball Diaries since he had never seen it. No luck; this didn't exist at the Hwy 7 location. Booo. American History X was his next suggestion since I'd never seen it. Nope. All copies rented out. We then decided to split up and browse the aisles to see what we could come up with in a matter of 10 minutes before they closed. Mike crept up and approached me holding the famous Amélie cover. I gave him my delighted look of approval. I'd been meaning to see it for a while and I was so pleased that he actually recommended it and I didn't have to sell it to him or beg. The movie was charming; witty; hilarious; brilliant. Everything from the script to the style in which it was filmed was a breath of fresh air. Films like this make me happy and hopeful.