I don’t know if it was actually a date or not.  I think it kind of was, or at least I wanted it to be enough that it sort of counted.  Either way, if you’ve got a dinner and a movie outing planned, there are certain types of movies that you don’t want to see and this is one of them.   This dude I like and I went out for dinner and a movie and we picked out Eastern Promises because it seemed like a fairly safe bet.  You know, there would probably be a lot of sex and violence and I like Russians and he likes Naomi Watts.  To think, we were going to watch Shoot ‘em Up. Sigh.

Don’t get me wrong, I fucking LOVED that movie.  I saw it a week later (with another dude, silly me!) and loved it just as much the second time around.  It’s been a while since I watched it, so I’m not going to get into specifics about the cinematography or anything.  The movie was definitely beautiful (as was Viggo Mortensen.  Does it get any better than him?), but that doesn’t mean that wasn’t one of the more awkward movie going experiences in my life.  (cut for spoilers)

I’m pretty sure, based on what most people are saying on the gossip blogs these days, that’s it’s not very cool to like Sean Penn. In fact, I’m not sure it was ever really cool to like him, mostly because I don’t care very much about that kind of thing. I like Sean Penn a lot. It helps that he’s a bit of a bleeding heart and, c’mon, Fast Times at Ridgemont High? Jeff Spicoli was one sexy bitch! Like, there was a dude who used to come into my work that I had this huge crush on, but I all I can remember is that he looked vaguely like Sean Penn and that was probably enough for me. (I’m not sure if there are any spoilers or not but, since I don’t care that much, I’ll just shove the rest behind the jump.)