Every Thursday is my "date night." Nancy and I keep the nanny late, and we go out just by ourselves, no kids.
More often than not, it's dinner and a movie. Since our cinematic tastes are rather different, we used to alternate choices as a compromise. But as we switched back and forth between our picks, we got more polarized than the Democrats and Repulicans. One week I picked Seven with Brad Pitt, and so she responded the following week by taking me to Bed of Roses with Christian Slater and Mary Stuart Masterson. That was the end of the alternating choices.
Now we try to find common ground when picking a movie—and it's not easy. And if we do actually settle on a common choice, half the time it's not showing at the time we need. Argh!
Anyway, we're debating tomorrow night's choice. I'm still in the romantic, southern France mode after my recent trip to the Rhône, and so I offered the choice of the new Russell Crowe-in-the-vineyards chick-flick, A Good Year. Nancy came back at me with Borat. Talk about role reversal.
Well, which one have you seen, and which one should we see? The wine movie, or the political slapstick?