Today's Slice muses on the difference between my husband and me when it comes to watching TV and movies. He just sits and likes to watch. I, on the other hand, am a classic overthinker. I'm analyzing camera angles, picking apart the holes in the script, looking for patterns, symbolism and the like. I'm the one putting myself in the fictional writer's room at the ad agency figuring out how - and why - they blocked their shots and chose their images. I'm also increasingly aware that I'm kind a pain in the patoot to watch a movie with. Let's just chalk it up to my life as a reader and writer.
"You ruin everything,"
said my husband, half
(or maybe not-half)
kidding, as we watched the
hokey feel-good basketball movie.
To be fair, I wasn't really trying to ruin anything.
But I mean...
tropes are tropes
ammirite?
Like, this movie's been made before.
We know which one is the love interest,
and we know the NBA is going to call the coach back,
and we know he's going to need a reluctant sidekick,
and we know the team is going to give up on him,
or he's going to give up on the team,
and we know they're going to patch it up,
and we know he's going to LEARN a THING
about himself, and life maybe,
and we know that crazy farfetched basketball shot
from that early scene
will be what decides the championship game
we know they're going to play
So I gathered my predictions
and quietly tucked them away
so a man could finish the
hokey feel-good basketball movie
in peace.
But for the RECORD,
I was right about the love interest,
and the NBA,
and the sidekick,
and the giving-up on,
and the redemption arc,
and the championship game,
and the crazy farfetched shot
which
(for the record)
the kid missed...
(7 out of 8 ain't bad)
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