Last night I dragged one of my favorite man-friends kicking and screaming to see Blue Valentine, an incredibly depressing movie starring Ryan Gosling about the slow, agonizing disintegration of a marriage. Ok, honestly, he was not kicking or screaming, I’m just saying that to protect his dignity.
I felt bad that he had trudged straight from the gym through the snow and sleet to see this movie with me, so I bought his ticket. We sat down in the theatre, and the credits started rolling.
Him (craning his head around): I think I am the only dude in here.
Me: Yes, but you shouldn’t be discouraged by that.
Him: Am I supposed to do something if you start crying?
Me: Like what?
Him: I dunno, like, put my arm around you or something?
Me: No. Stop talking.
Him: If I start crying, will you put your arm around me?
Me: Are you being serious right now?
Fortunately, the movie started, and the movie ended, and neither of us cried.
But for the record, it was a really brilliant and heartbreaking film, the performances by Ryan Gosling and Michelle Williams were incredible, and I highly recommend it to everyone [who is not imminently considering or approaching marriage].