I caught this movie in Singapore last week in all it's uncensored glory. Its the normal Farrelly Brothers nonsense but it was entertaining in a fluffy sort of way and then it slowed down to a comatose state towards the end. There were some entertaining parts especially in a censor free environment - the disturbing Bigfoot 'muff' shot, the "COCK ME!!!" scene, wondering if it was on purpose that both actresses looked a little like Cameron Diaz and Sandra Bullock respectively, etc.
The subject matter to me WAS disturbing though. Its a question many of us who are married or are/have been in a serious long term relationship have asked ourselves at least once in our relationships - "what if the right one is still out there?", "what if we could do better?" or "Holy Fuck! How come I didn't see that third nipple when we were dating???"
It was disturbing because I've never felt like that ever. Especially with the last relationship. In my day to day life I do cross Babe Territory quite often. There were temptations of course but never did I think the one I came home to was not the one for me. It was secure and comforting. Then of course nature took its course due to my procrastinations and I find myself with a lot of free time to start and mantain a juvenile blog.
Now its scary as I'm on new turf, especially as in the movie EVERYONE at the initial part of every relationship is only busting their best moves. All the mood swings and early morning farts are hidden under immaculate perfection, well timed laughs and feigned looks of interests. Under all those niceties and early bird chemistry COULD lie hidden a Daddy's Little Princess, The Tai-Tai Wannabe, The Possessive Monster, The Raider of the Bank Account or scarily that Dukun Princess in Hiding.
And you're so screwed when it becomes official and she does an about-turn on your sorry ass. Now I know why some of the girls I know (yeah, they're smarter than us) give themselves a relationship free period while they play the dating game. No strings attached for 6 months no matter how nice the dude. Eventually out of all the candidates some non-serial killer should technically emerge from the bottom of the barrel.
But we're not all perfect and this is not a perfect world. There is no soul mate out there. No The One for You. All this love shit is just marketing. After 6 months no matter how good you look, the dude is still going to check out other women. We're just built this way - attention spans of a 6 year old. Its whether you join in on his chick scoping action or at least acknowledge that at least his eyes are going to wander once in a while.
Just find someone out there who respects you, has half a brain, doesn't dress like your single 60year old aunty or laugh hysterically during sex and you're sorted. Then you can both work on creating this dream soul mate combo thing. Trust me, its easier this way and when you somehow find yourself sharing some chemistry with that new office colleague with the laughing eyes, at the back of your mind you just know that the rest of your life belongs to someone else whose heart belongs to you.