Movie Night

I've barely had it in me to move today. I spent four hours at work, and each moment took more out of me than you could imagine. Although i'd only been up for four hours, i came home and slept. And when i woke up, i watched DVDs that i borrowed from Dr.B, to lose myself in other worlds.

First, Spirited Away. An almost non-sensical tale about a young girl who conquers witches, faceless spirits, chores in the spirit-bath house and young love to rescue her parents. Who, by the way, had been turned into pigs. Despite the true absurdity of the story, i was completely caught up in the little girls quest. I forgot that i love Japanese anime.

Next, came Peter Pan. An absolutely gorgeous movie - but an emotional one. I had tears in my eyes when Peter and Wendy flew the fairy waltz in the forrest. I can't help but love Jeremy Sumpter, who has a sometimes-lisp and cocky expressions, who feels his passions like a boy and is too afraid to become a man, who weeps and roars a heartbreaking cry when his beloved tinkerbell falls before him... I do believe in fairies, i do, i DO! I bawled like a baby at the end, when Peter doesn't stay with the other children and goes back to Neverland on his own... it's heartbreaking, he leaves his one true love behind, because he doesn't want to grow up...

Now, i'm settling in to watch something pretty dangerous. I've flipped on My Best Friends Wedding to watch Julia Roberts and Cameron Diaz battle it out over a guy. Julia Roberts is lovely. I'm hoping that will be some comfort. -Oh wow, the leading man just came on screen; he has a huge nose! Yes, i'm shallow, and my own ugly and broken nose has lead me to judge others by theirs. So far, this movie isn't half bad.

After this, i really should go to bed...

*UPDATE*
So. I'm halfway through the movie. Julia Roberts, in a blinding fit of love for the man she desparately wants but can't have, sent a double crossing email to the 'other woman'. She never meant to send it, but, it got sent anyway, as these things always do. Currently, she's sitting in the hallway of the hotel, smoking, as the man of her dreams gets his heart broken. Understandably, she feels horribly guilty. Suddenly, sitting here, i realised that i was feeling guilty too! As if I had done something so horrible! Ridiculous. I have nothing to feel guilty for! If something like this happened to me, i'd not scheme to weasel my way into his heart. I'm more the type to tell him i love him, then cry for months when he says he doesn't want me. No guilt. I'm not crying yet - but i'm not at the end of the movie, so who knows...

*UPDATE*
Oh NO! The best friend isn't going to get the guy!! No!! It can't end like that!!! Ok, so it's the 'right' ending... but i prefer the clique... I'm never going to like Cameron Diaz as much after this!