Salvaging the Savages

Last night I went into Philly to see an early premiere of the movie "The Savages". A bit of a dark comedy, a bit of depressing drama, and a bathroom run that pissed off the other people who were sitting in my row.

Upon coming out of the movie, I went for my second trip to the bathroom. I avoided this second trip during the flick because I really think the women in my row would have beat me up for going again. I spared them and myself to the point of pain... and I know it's not good for me. I remember the Seinfeld episode. (Mind you, I enjoyed irritating them on the first go at it... 'scuse me, 'scuse me... oh... 'scuse me.) In the bathroom, one girl looked at me and commented how depressed she was after seeing the film. After my hand washing was complete I went into the lobby to wait for my buddy. While listening to the people around me put on their coats and critique the movie, I heard one woman comment that she now felt like sticking her head in an oven. While I admire the Sylvia Plath reference this movie was simply not worth the credit people were giving it to alter their mood. Or maybe my medication is making me a zombie again. Nope... I laughed and felt emotions last night. I just chose to look at the bright side of things. A restored relationship between brother and sister, a dog saved, and a woman's dream coming true. What's so depressing about this?

Or maybe it was just that most of the people there were older and the movie certainly had plenty of references to old age and dying. Maybe they themselves didn't enjoy their life so much. Or maybe I'm just wrong about all of it and choose to see the brighter side when there isn't one.