Last night, the hubby and I were downstairs on the couch, pjs on, under a blanket. We are on the 3 DVD plan from Netflix, which means we rent movies 3 at a time. We had The Book of Eli, Robin Hood, and The A-Team at home. The hubby almost never tells me what movie he pops into the DVD player. Last night, it was no different. He popped in the movie and sat back in his seat next to me.
There we were, bowls of taco salad in our laps. Mav next to us, sleeping under a blanket. 2 cats resting on our legs, another one on the back of the couch. Everything was quiet and calm.
First up, the pre-previews. Also known as commercials. Chewing gum, general tease of Fox shows, general tease of FX shows, commercial about digital copy. Buy a DVD and put it on your IPOD!
Because I want to watch movies on the tiniest screen possible. *Shakes head and rolls eyes*
Then, the previews came. That Cameron Diaz and Tom Cruise train wreck that was for some reason still on our que. The hubby hit the button to skip it. Not a good sign for this future rental but okay. We watched the Katherine Heigl and Ashton Kutcher monstrosity last weekend, so I figure they kind of go together. See one, see the other, never think about them again.
Next, the Wall Street sequel, which prompted my "Did you know he's supposedly in remission?" and my husband's "Yep" reply. He always already knows whatever I tell him when it comes to news-y type things I've read on the headlines on MSN. By the time his response was out of his mouth, he'd already skipped past this preview. Which was fine. Not even on the que. Sorry Michael Douglas.
The, the final preview then came on. The music, unmistakable.
Da da da!
Didn't even get to the fourth note in that easily recognizable song before my husband said, "What the f***?"
I said, "It's the A-Team! We're going to see that movie later! It's going to be great, if we keep our expectations low!"
My husband then turned to me and said, "I put in the A-Team."
OH MY GOD.
NO. THIS IS NOT POSSIBLE.
My husband hit the button to skip to the main menu. Maybe he was confused, maybe he put in The Book of Eli, maybe the A-Team disc was returned in a different envelope and we got the wrong movie under the A-Team label.
Nope.
THE PREVIEW RIGHT BEFORE THE MOVIE THE A-TEAM IS FOR THE MOVIE THE A-TEAM.
OH MY GOD.
We both burst out laughing.
I said, "I need this to happen all the time now."
You do not know how crappy my memory is 99% of the time. I can put in a movie and forget what I put in before hitting play. Now, I can watch the final preview before the menu and go, "Hey, I want to see that-"
"OH MY GOD IT'S RIGHT HERE, I CAN WATCH IT RIGHT NOW" and hit the play button. Boom!
Instant. Gratification.
In this house, where my husband described his mood the other week as "ornery" and where every time I bend down, all my joints crack...
We'll already practically elderly. This is the greatest thing I have ever seen. A preview of the movie you're watching directly before the movie you're watching.
THANK YOU A-TEAM!
THIS ALMOST MAKES UP FOR YOUR CASTING CHOICE OF JESSICA BIEL.
I hate you, Jessica Biel.
And you, Bradley Cooper, I'm not so fond of either.
Otherwise, the movie was pretty good, if you go in not expecting Oscar-level material. The previews, however, BEST EVER EVER EVER EVER.
(Echo fading)
Ever ever ever ever ever ever ever
(so far away now)
ever.
*Screams*
EVER!
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