This weekend, I went to see Contagion with my friend Susan. If you could see me now, you’d know I was making that “whoop, whoop, hands-in-the-air” motion because, “Whoop, whoop! Give it up for two moms getting out on a Saturday night for a movie on opening weekend, y’all!” Not that Contagion is a party, but it was a triumph… for us anyway.
My moviegoing lead to some Random Thoughts, but SPOILER ALERT, you may not want to read if you haven’t seen the film. Your option, but don’t blame me:
I am no more scared of the Bird/Pig flu now than I was before seeing the movie. I am scared of Jude Law though.
That being said, I’m crossing “Visit casino in Macau” off my 100 Things To Do before You Die list. Cuz, em, it might be the last thing you do before you die.
Contagion is proof that it is impossible for Gwynneth Paltrow to look bad. Even seizing and foaming at the mouth, she still looked good.
I’m more convinced than ever that Kate Winslet and I could be friends. Call me, Kate!
According to the movie, we touch our face like 2,000 times every hour or day or something like that. I’m now trying to get it down to half dozen times a day, no more. So, no reapplying make-up at the end of the day for me.
I’ll also be giving up: squeezing up next to someone’s face in a picture; having an affair during a five-hour lay-over in Chicago; and sticking my hands in a pig’s mouth.
No matter what the movie, when Matt Damon shows up, I expect him to go all Jason Bourne on the situation. And about 2/3 of the way through, this movie could have used a little hand-to-hand combat.
Marion Cottilard – World Health Organization = Patty Hearst
Every time I see somebody stick a needle into their own thigh, I’m reminded of my bedrest during pregnancy and having to give myself terbutaline shots. Yeah, tough guys, I’ve jammed a needle into my own thigh, too. Hey, maybe I should win a Nobel Prize?
Now hoarding: water,Wet Wipes, forsythia and prom dresses.
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