First I want to say something about the PATH: Toronto’s underground is pretty darn confusing. I haven’t really had a need to go wandering around there because I’ve never had a job in one of the tall buildings in the area, however, after meeting with Hui at Union Station I thought it would be a bit of fun to try to wander from the station all the way to the Eaton Centre. How hard could it be? HA! At first it was an adventure. Seriously. When Hui stopped to ask a stranger for a bit of direction I kind of expressed some displeasure. Where was the spirit of discovery, you know? Well, after doubling back through the same bloody building three times I got frustrated–not at him or myself, but more at the labyrinth we were in. We overshot where we want to go several times increasing the distance we travelled by a good chunk. We did eventually find our way and made it to the mall, but damn, that was crazy. Prior to meeting with my friend, I’d already spent an hour wandering the city killing time. So, after wandering the path I think I’d been walking around for two hours straight. My flat feet killed!
Anyway, ultimately we decided to watch a movie. We settled on Be Kind Rewind. I saw posters for the flick illegally plastered on some buildings along Spadina. It looked mildly brainless, really, so I was sort of prepping to turn off my brain for 2 hours. I was bamboozled!
Let’s see. I could say that the movie can be divided into three parts. The first part was plainly silly with things like Jack Black’s character becoming mysteriously magnetized by a freak power plant accident involving a grappling hook. Yeeeeah. I thought my initial gut feelings toward the movie were justified. By the second part where the video store plot really started coming into play, the movie suddenly morphed into something a lot more joyful. It was all still silly, but I think my brain had gotten to the point where it was deliberately suspending disbelief, and just revelling in the awesomeness of the improbabilities of it all. By the third part, the movie morphed once more into something that actually had a great deal of heart. I wasn’t anticipating it at all, but wow, bravo.
So yeah, I came out of the theatre utterly confused–not at the movie itself but rather about what I actually felt vs. what I was anticipating that I should have felt. Maybe being confused in such a way is a good thing once in a while.
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