It's one of my favourite films. Probably because it's not really a film at all, started its life as a play. This accounts for the truly excellent dialogue. "Oh I prefer Clive Owen", I said. "I like him - he's sleazy".
Thing 2 did that bloody irritating thing that kids do, where they are deaf to every request to put stuff away, clear plates, hang up coats and so forth, but will suddenly have the antennae of a bat, ears a-flap, just at the time you don't want them to.
"What does sleazy mean, mummy?"
Hmmm, that's kind of hard to explain. I gave it my best shot. I was hoping for some help from the Literary Lodger, but she was folded up with silent laughter and enjoying watching me dig myself into an ever-deeper hole. I was reduced, after a couple of truly pathetic attempts, to google a few definitions and read them out.
"So why would you like someone like that? That doesn't sound very nice".
It doesn't really, does it? That's the mystery of attraction, I guess. I saw a sneaky chance for revenge.
"She'll be able to explain it better", I nodded at the Literary Lodger, still giggling. "She's a writer, and she used to be a teacher so she will be able to tell you". Muahahaha.
"It's like jumping in a puddle", she said. "You know you're not supposed to, and you'll get all splashed and dirty, but just for that moment it feels good".
"Well mummy, she's definitely better at explaining stuff than you are".
I'm still not convinced we've entirely conveyed it, though...
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