My friend Amy asked if I wanted to see Boyhood on the day it opened (today) and because I love doing stuff with Amy I said yes. Also, I just watched Dazed and Confused this week, so why not make it a Richard Linklater festival? Aw right, aw right, aw right!
Anyway, when Amy and I showed up at the Broadway I went into PURE PANIC MODE when I saw that the film is over three hours long. People, I do not do ANYTHING that's three hours. As Ken Cannon is fond of saying while pointing at me, "She has a short attention span."
See what I mean?
So I told Amy I didn't think I could sit through such a long movie. And she said it was totally cool if I left any time I felt like it. And I said if we had to leave early, I would buy her another ticket so she could see the rest of the movie. And she said don't be ridiculous. She understands the feeling of being trapped, which is why I always a) drive my own car and b) park on the street rather than in underground parking lots. I'm a freak this way.
Anyhoo--I watched. Entranced. I didn't even fake going to the bathroom, which I always do in every single movie I ever watch just so I can get up and move for a few minutes. I'm kind of in SHOCK over this development, and I have absolutely no idea why Boyhood worked so well for me.
Maybe because it just felt so real somehow? I don't know.
Please! Offer your insights and reactions.