TashJGirl

I really don’t like going to the movie theater much.  It has everything to do with rude people who answer their phone, text, eat noisily, or open up a scrunchy bag of snacks.  I hate the little noises.  But I figured that if I go to a late showing and on a week day, the chances of those things happening is greatly dimished.  I love it when I’m right.

So today I went to see the new chick-flick, Julia and Julia.  I liked it.  It was just a very heart-warming, charming, almost nostaligia-inducing movie.  Almost makes me want to go to Paris.  Almost.  I know, I’m crazy for not having Paris at the top of my list, but it’s not.  And I even took French in high school with the sole purpose of going to France someday (though at the time, I thought “some day” would be the Junior year trip, which I didn’t participate in).

The other reason I really liked the movie is that it’s a rare gem where an American male who is white, a husband, is portrayed in a positive light.  There were two such examples in the movie.  Both husbands were depicted as loving and caring and really believing in their wives.  They encouraged them when they needed it, they wiped the tears and listned when it was needed, they were there and they paid attention.  How much of that was true to life I don’t know, but it was good to see a positive representation of a man.