Someone lent me a dvd to watch. I don’t remember the title, but I do remember being warned only parts of it were good. My sister lends me books with sticky notes attached: “Let me know what you think of this when you are done reading it.” What that means is she didn’t like the book but wants me to read it anyways, just in case (JIC) she might have missed something. Do you know these same sorts of people?
The best part about the bad movie — turns out I went ahead and watched it all — was the section marked: Deleted Scenes. These were the scenes that told a different story (their own story). Sorta like the lines of poetry we strike from our poems, and put back into our cheater’s notebook for use in a future poem. Scrapers. Bits of memory.
Watching this movie tonight reminded me of a man I used to watch movies with — before we didn’t anymore. I sorta wish I hadn’t remembered. He would have to leave the room during the sad sections. And yet, he’s a movie addict and watches these movies over and over. Even now, I know if I were to call him, likely he’d be watching a movie with sad spots in it. Oh, I would say, if you are watching a movie, I can call back later.
And he would say: No that’s alright, I’m sitting on my back porch, the sad part isn’t over yet. I still have five more minutes.