This week has found me at the cinema twice, with a third outing planned tomorrow. Sunday, I and two friends saw The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel, a British film featuring Judi Dench, Maggie Smith and Bill Nighy. It was a lovely gem of a film and one which left me wanting to read the book from whence it was adapted. The book, I believe, is entitled These Foolish Things. It isn't likely to be in our libraries, so I may be visiting Amazon this week.
Monday was overcast and steamy and my neighbour, bored and loathing the heat, suggested a trip to one of several area malls, all of which are air conditioned and provide ample opportunity for people watching. I went for his company since I intensely dislike shopping unless I am in need of something specific. Because I rarely "need" anything and did not grow up as so many Americans have, visiting stores for recreation, I thought we'd be in and out fairly quickly. My neighbour, however, loves to look, and I soon found myself in a jeweler's establishment staring at all things expensively "bling".
While my neighbour was studying rings, I asked the smartly dressed young woman working behind the counter if she had any pearl earrings. This led to a stunning set ringed with small diamonds which would have blown a hole in my wallet the size of the national debt. Not wanting to appear shocked, I thanked her but said I was looking for something a bit more everyday. Pausing only slightly, she trotted out a lovely pair of perfectly formed saltwater pearls and offered to place them in my ears. I should have said no, but did not, and once in, resistance was futile. I wore them for the rest of the afternoon. They were a bargain and came with a lifetime warranty as well as a promise to bring them in twice annually for cleaning at no charge. I felt like a queen rolling out of that store. I rationalised the purchase as an early birthday present. Normally, by now, I'd have returned such an impulse buy, but the smile across my face when I looked in the mirror was worth every penny and then some.
Still smiling, I eventually landed in a theatre awaiting Men in Black 3. Chosen by my neighbour, the film epitomises Hollywood's problem: over-reliance on sequels. It was not as funny as its predecessors and was something I would not have selected, but getting beyond my comfort zone cinematically, I will admit that it was decent, though it doesn't hold a candle to the Best Exotic Marigold Hotel, in my opinion.
Tomorrow, the same neighbour and I will drive forty-five minutes to the lone theatre showing the comedy Salmon Fishing in the Yemen. I hope it is worth the petrol and time. If any of you have seen this, let me know. I enjoy Emily Blunt and have been a Kristin Scott Thomas fan for as long as she's been working.
The things we do to escape the heat...
Until Next Time...