Rather than share my thoughts on this movie (it was old school fun via old school filmmaking, which is both nice and refreshing and odd, from the pacing of the movie to the pacing of the scenes, which all seemed to drag just longer than necessary, but that’s not really a bad thing, if that makes sense?), let me share this conversation from Friday night:
I’m sitting at the bar, there’s a girl who looks like a hipster version of Pink making out with a super white version of Adam Duritz from Counting Crows beside me. Neither of those descriptions is complimentary.
Girl at Bar Who Looks Like Hipster Pink: “We just saw Men In Black 3.”
Me: “Oh yeah? I haven’t seen it. Was it good?”
Girl at Bar Who Looks Like Hipster Pink: “Yeah, but, we were just saying, you look exactly like young Tommy Lee Jones.”
Me: “Josh Brolin?”
Girl at Bar Who Looks Like Hipster Pink: “Sure. Young Tommy Lee Jones. Just like him.”
Me: “…I’ll take that as some sort of compliment?”
Girl at Bar Who Looks Like Hipster Pink: “Oh, it was. It was a compliment.”
I turn away from them, and soon after we leave the bar.
Josh Brolin is 44 years old. Tommy Lee Jones is 65 years old.
I am 30 years old.
It’s good to know I look like a younger version of a really old man, who though younger than the old man is still much older than I am.