Okay... Jason gave me the idea of having Totally Wasted Movie Reviews be about more than just myself and a bottle of tequila. So I expanded the concept to include a group of friends whilst we took in (post tequila and chicken enchiladas) Brokeback Mountain.
Now... I could write a bunch of fluff about how I felt about this movie... but let me set the record straight: by the time the movie started, I was way too wasted to follow the movie from one minute to the next.
The company I had was incredible. I'm not very social, so to have my living room filled with people I didn't want to kill was an acceptable start to the evening. The dinner I made them all meant the world to me (it was chicken enchiladas with fresh fried chips and home-made salsa)... but, as far as the movie was concerned, I may as well have been asleep... almost.
See, I've never seen Brokeback Mountain before... but I get the concept of lost love... especially "lost love" after a dozen shots of tequila!
So... I dunno... I suspect this movie was pretty good... it looked good when I could shut the hell up long enough to look at the screen. But, when dude goes to other dudes parents place... and sniffs his cowboy gear... 'cause he's dead... I cried like a little bitch... in front of a half a dozen people (which I'm not the least bit embarrassed about).
Anyway... I wish I could have afforded more tequila... 'cause, in my opinion, this night ended way too soon. But the depth of F'ed up emotions I feel for lost love probably couldn't have taken more than what I was capable of putting together for this bunch.
Was the movie worth it's accolades?
I dunno... I can barely type!
But probably... it looked pretty solid.
I'll watch it again when there's less pressure and I can cry by my lonesome...
Until then... I wish I wasn't already feeling tomorrows hangover right now...
p.s. Anne Hathaway should hook up with me... 'cause... like... she's hot and stuff.