So Nelson and I just finished watching this movie called City Island. Netflix suspected I would like it and they were correct. Well done, Netflix! That movie choosing matrix is really working out well for you.
Anyways, we watch this movie and it's about this family and all of their secrets, but it's funny secrets, not dark creepy secrets, because the movie is a comedy. Stuff like both parents still secretly smoke even though they promised each other they quit; their teenage son is a food fetishist; college daughter has secret breast implants.
The character of the teenage boy is played by Ezra Miller (he's like the next big thing or something) and he does a fantastic job. The whole cast does, really. The dad is played by Andy Garcia and the mom is played by Juliana Margulies. It is a really well acted movie.
The teenage boy, you guys, Ezra Miller? So funny. He has this great sub plot that's very cute. He's irreverent and obnoxious and thinks he's smarter than his parents and that he knows everything and just the stuff he says. Such a ballsy little snot, you know? And really, really funny. He was definitely the funniest character in the movie. I mean he'd intentionally say stuff that he knew was going to piss of his parents, just for the joy of pissing them off. He knew just how to push their buttons.
It would have actually been funnier, had Nelson and I not be exchanging nervous glances and giggles every time this kid was in a scene because he was so a teenage boy. I mean, we all know what a teenage boy is like. They are cocky little know-it-all jerks with tempers that can flare at any minute. All those hormones, man. And it's funny because as adults we know how tragically misguided they are and that they will eventually come around, but eventually is not until sometime in their 20s, so, there are some years in there of teenage insanity.
The reason for the nervous glances was that Nelson and I both just realized that we are going to have a couple of those jerks living here, at the same time, in about ten years. Two teenage boys. TWO. Mouthing off and telling us they don't care what we say and that we don't know anything and that we can't tell them what to do and strutting all over the place, trying to be men and flying into hormone induced rages over nothing, like missing T-shirts and who's turn it is to feed the dog.
Just thinking about it, my god. It is not going to be cute. I hope these next few years pass slowly.