Movie going.. the 2020 version..

It's not an exaggeration to say we probably see 40-50 films in the theater every year.

 (We're in the movie house almost daily for Christmas releases alone)

In 1990, I started carrying a pocket calendar, for the sole purpose of jotting down the movie's title, and transferring to the computer when I got home.

I did this because too often, weeks later,  I'd forget what I had just seen, although I could usually recall which theater, and the friends we saw it with.

I was dedicated to this--sometimes I'd grope around in my pocketbook, trying to find the notebook and a  pen in the darkened theater if I remembered to do this task  too late.  (It was always fun trying to decipher my handwriting when it came to typing in the names permanently on the computer.  I'd have only sporadic light from the big screen, but I still managed to jot down the movie's title, and when I got home, I'd go straight to the computer and give the movie a rating from poor to excellent.)

The really wonderful movies got an "excellent" in caps--or with exclamation points.

But I made a (dumb!!) promise to myself to only type in the movies we saw in an actual theater.

Last night, I broke my own stupid rule and decided to start keeping track again, as I wrote the title in my pocket calendar and then  typed it on the computer in a permanent file.

When I opened the file..

I was shocked!

There were only seven titles listed in 2020! 

 Obviously, we streamed a lot more movies than that, and I could kick myself for not writing everything down, as it's hard to remember now--I can't even make my Ten Best or Ten Worst lists--but wow!!

 Seven movies seen in the theater!  

That's so..so..I was going to type "depressing" but let's just say that was so 2020!

But thanks to my New Year's resolution, I wrote down last night's treat in the pocket calendar as well as typing it into a permanent file.

The gem is a tour de force for actress/director/writer Radha Blank, who plays Radha, a sassy, sexy, fat, funny, raw,  brutally real playwright with aspirations of becoming a Rapper.

Not to be confused with "The 40 Year Old Virgin"--no body part was waxed, nobody screamed out Kelly Clarkson's name in pain, in "The 40 Year Old Version".

Try to catch this on Netflix if you can.

And hopefully, with my resolution to keep track of the stream, I can remember to recommend the exact title of what to see and how to see it.

That pocket calendar kept track of my pre-menopausal cycle too--so not needed these days..but let the movie-going-experience begin!