I have probably seen the movie I Love You, Man at least twenty to twenty-five times since its release in 2009. I saw it in the theater twice (one of those times was with an entire busload of blue hairs from a local senior center who took all the handicapped seating), four times on the DVD that we own, and the rest whenever I am flipping through the on-screen cable guide and it is playing on one of our fifty premium channels in our Comcast Xfinity package.
Besides being laugh out loud frickin hilarious, there is just something charming about the film and the way the characters speak to and relate to each other that gets me every time.
This past Sunday, after witnessing the hapless 49ers get handed their helmets and leading my equally inept fantasy team to its eleventh loss of the season, I decided to forgo the afternoon slate of NFL games in favor of watching my latest movie rental from Netflix: Chocolat.
About a half an hour into it, Fehmeen and Emma returned home from their morning rounds. She openly mocked me and told me that it looked boring as she went to the room to put Emma down for her nap.
Upon returning to the living room, I was able to convince her that she would really like the film (based on what little I had seen so far). Five minutes after restarting it, she was absolutely hooked.
It would have been perfect if Fehmeen and I had shared a summer salad and a bottle of wine while watching it, but to quote Sydney Fife, it was “just delightful” the way it was.