I saw the beginning third of the movie Motherhood starring Uma Thurman the other day. Of course, I wasn't watching at my leisure (that's time I reserve for HBO's True Blood... Torran may not pay attention to everything he hears, but his echolalia likes to find *certain* words). Honestly, it was a left-over from the fast flip that I do sometimes when I start Torran down to lunch (i.e. he's fully occupied on eating). What's the weather going to be like this afternoon, and any good kids' movies on?
Curosity kept me on it for a bit though. Indeed, how would Hollywood portray 24hrs in the life of an "urban mother" planning her daughter's 6th birthday?
Well, apparently Uma is more the uber mom than me... than I. Before lunch (I think) she already had three blog posts done, took her 3 year old son to the park, picked up a cake, brought her daughter's forgotten bag to school, went shopping for groceries, shopped for clothes with her gal pal, had to juggle her car/fight with urban parking AND a film crew on her street, contemplated the wording for her competition essay on "being a mother" and something else which I can't remember... was that before or after she flirted with the man twenty years her junior? (didn't she make that film already?)
Today I meant to do a meaningful "back from holiday" post when Bruce was home to entertain Torran in the morning... sat down, wrote one quick email reply, then it was already 9:30 and time to go out. Well, I did manage to make a cup of tea and have a shower first. Although I may not have actually spun out a blog post, I did open the window! After our brief sit down at "coffee" and my foot clinic appointment, it was back home and make lunch for the empty leg (aka Torran), during which Bruce dealt with a billing issue on our gas bill before he made his own lunch as I ate mine. Then we drove him to work (smart boy didn't cycle home in the lighting storm last night). 1:30pm arrived, and still no blog.
an aside: would have posted yesterday, but I don't use the computer when lighting abounds.
So... WHO in their right mind thought that a mother could possibly achieve, to any satisfactory level, the amount of stuff Uma did in the first part of this movie? Granted, one of those blog entries... or was it drafts of her essay?... was writing whilst her son was playing all alone in the living room with building blocks. Sure, that's credible mulit-tasking.
*Smirk* Torran doesn't give me the chance to sit at a computer and be thoughtful. He just comes up and shoves something on the keyboard and tells me what to do with it. Currently, he's fixated on an inflatable banana from Bruce's teenaged days in Australia when they had a pool in their garden. And its valve is completely ruptured so it can't be inflated any more. Torran refuses to stop playing with it or talking about it or insisting that anyone within a 5 mile radius can blow it up.
In the end, I shut the movie off before it reached mid-point. Or maybe it was mid-point. I don't know. The scenes weren't time-stamped. Besides the dull writing and less than brilliant acting (when Uma was "typing" her essay/blog, she would shake her head around and make facial expressions to match the voiced over narrative... I don't think I've EVER made faces to emphasize what my fingers are typing as I stare into this rectangular glowing block) the plausibility of her day completely lost me.
Yes, I know that generally speaking, for any movie made, you need to suspend your brain, your knowledge, and your understanding of the world as a whole to make it enjoyable. Sometimes, I just can't do it. Perhaps, if there had been mulitple explosions or sweaty well built men, I would have been able to achieve it with this film. But no, if there had been an explosion, it would have been written in as a threat against the school and she would have turned into G-girl and it would have been a totally different film (which I would have enjoyed, actually).
And there, friends, is my thoughtful "back from the holidays" blog.
10pm. So much for going to bed early.
0 comments:
Post a Comment