Strange Recent Event 3/3

This evening I watched a film and didn’t want it to end. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t sit in movies wanting them to finish, but this time I actively wanted it to continue as I was enjoying it so much, which is rare for me.

I finally managed to see Madagascar this evening, after probably five attempts. Everybody else I know saw it a few weeks back while Lynsey and I were at Will Young, so it’s been up to me to arrange myself. I caught the 1730 screening at Cineworld and enjoyed it very much. It helped to have some knowledge of US tv and culture generally – confused lions saying “Regis? Kelly?” probably don’t mean much to most of the UK population – but I laughed out loud many times. Despite the 86 minute running time, though, I did want this particular film to end, as I suddenly got hungry. Like, really hungry. I’d had breakfast and lunch, but clearly enough of neither. Much as I enjoyed the film, I was glad when the final credits rolled as I could head downstairs into Ma Potters in Touchwood.

I had the platter (beef, pork, chicken, fries, onion rings, obligatory yet mostly pointless salad) followed by a slice of chocolate fudge cake with ice cream. Bear in mind it’s been known for people to grab me around the upper arm and tell me I need to eat more and I can’t be healthy. I don’t normally eat that much – today was clearly just a Hungry Day. Despite this anomaly, I spent much of the meal reflecting upon my remarkable ability to lose all cognitive function when confronted by a waitress with a beautiful smile, then left, rather stuffed yet happy.

So on the way home I stopped at Blockbuster and grabbed a DVD for the evening. Sure I’d just watched a film, but that’s the mood I was in. I got back, put the fire on (it’s cold in my house today), lay on the sofa and spent two hours or so completely engrossed in the movie. And I didn’t want it to finish. I don’t know whether it was entirely the film, or a combination of that and my state of mind, or what, but I was really hoping the credits weren’t going to roll (although clearly they would, for the story had ended.) The film? Hitch. I can’t say why, but it just clicked with me.