Movie Review: We got a winner!

Yesterday the Roommate and I decided to catch a movie, Breakfast of Pluto, so we headed downtown but unfortunately got a little distracted by the Aveda store ($50 worth of shampoo and conditioner simply HAD to come live with us); we ended up running a little behind for the 4:20 show. Once we got our tickets we were quite disappointed to find that there were not two seats together except on the far left hand end of the first row. The Roommate scanned the crowd and spotted an empty seat, then two women and then another empty seat on a row near the back. He asked the women if they would mind moving one seat either way so we could sit together and one of them replied "Someone's sitting there". The Roommate stifled the urge to say "That's not what I asked you" and decided to go to a different theater across town to catch that geisha movie. So we drove across town and park right in front of the theater, and as I stood in the rain---the Roommate sat in the nice dry car and read the movie's review. Evidently the ENTIRE review be cause I probably stood there for a good 6 or 7 minutes, at which point the Roommate decided the movie was pooh and we weren't going to see anything at all. So off to the video store I went because I had NO INTENSION of watching wretched broadcast television all night. And guess what.............the shelves were bare at the video store and I stood there like Mother Hubbard pondering the fate of a movieless evening. I did happen to pick up a movie called "Heights" starring Glenn Close and although I had never heard of it nor saw it released to theaters, the DVD jacket kindly informed me that Jeffrey Lions said it was the best movie of the year, so yes, I'll take it, thank you very much.

cutest dog in the world with the LONGEST eyelashes and that gumdrop nose


I got the movie home, we made some fondue and the Roommate, Rufus (the dog) and I settled onto the couch for some movie watching. The flick was pretty good, well acted and isn't that the chick who played the crazed nympho in "40 Year Old Virgin" when all of a sudden onto the screen of MY VERY OWN TV strolled none other than the DEMI GOD HIMSELF, Rufus Wainwright, all beautiful and poised and lisping all over the place.

Demi god, Rufus Wainwright

Caught completely by surprise, I pointed to the screen and yelled "RUFUS" at the top of my lungs. Rufus (the dog) jumped up, startled out of his nap and looked at me with his big brown monkey eyes and said "Fuck, mom, I'm right HERE, you don't have to yell and scare the shit outta me... Jesus" and wandered off to sleep in his nice, peaceful kennel. The Roommate just looked at me and said, "bonus, huh?". So Rufus (the demi god) had a bunch of lines and later on he showed up in another scene and had some more lines and even rolled his eyes at one point and at the very end of the movie his name with in the credits along with Glenn Close and all the other stars. He's a big movie star now as well, not just the most talented singer/songwriter of his generation. My boy's done good.

So check out the movie because the story was good, the acting was great and there's that extra special bonus Rufus thingie factor going for it as well. Two thumbs and one paw up, Rufus says check it out!