I learned something very strange about my husband tonight. I'm not sure whether to be impressed or concerned. Flipping around the channels, he saw that 2001: A Space Odyssey was on and commented that his dad took him to see it when he was around 8 years old, and that it "blew his mind." I noted that I'd never been able to sit through the movie without falling asleep, but that I'd enjoyed the book. So here we are, watching the movie, which is just as slow, silent, and, yes, weird as I remember it being any of those many times I have tried to watch it. I mean, it has an intermission built into it, where the bloody screen goes black. ("But there's cool space music," my husband protests.) Then there's the weird psychedelic screensaver-style interlude near the end. ("I didn't like this part so much," he admits, "but it gets cool again pretty soon.") And then the weird baby in the closing scene?! ("It's a space baby!" says Nick, as if that just explains everything.)
All this time, what's going through my head is...
Your dad took you, a (from all accounts) intensely hyperactive child, to see this movie in a theater?
And you enjoyed it?
I mean, I always knew my husband was special. But I didn't know he was that kind of special.
P.S. I made it to the credits, which leads me to one conclusion. If you're having trouble sitting through this incredibly weird and dull movie, I've discovered the secret: liveblog it!