Official synopsis via Google: What if everything you love was taken from you in the blink of an eye? “The Host” is the next epic love story from the creator of the “Twilight Saga,” worldwide bestselling author, Stephanie Meyer. When an unseen enemy threatens mankind by taking over their bodies and erasing their memories, Melanie Stryder will risk everything to protect the people she cares most about – Jared, Ian, her brother Jamie and her Uncle Jeb, proving that love can conquer all in a dangerous new world.
Warning: If your knee jerk reaction is to tear you hair and scream “I hate Stephanie Meyer and that damned Twilight Saga – now is your chance to go get some coffee and come back tomorrow when I will be talking about something else entirely. 🙂
I loved the Twilight Saga and I really enjoyed the book The Host. So yesterday I went to see the movie, by myself. I didn’t drag Hubman along this time. I made the mistake of pitching a fit and making him come with me to see Twilight Saga-Breaking Dawn –Part 2 and it was a huge mistake. He huffed and puffed, sighed and laughed at parts that weren’t supposed to be funny. I learned my lesson. Never drag a friend or lover to see a movie with you when they obviously don’t want to. It will go horribly wrong.
I loved the movie over all. It followed the book pretty well with a few forgivable shortcuts and plot deviations, because no matter what, it’s tricky fitting an entire book into a 2 hour movie.
The story is sort of an “invasion of the body snatchers crossed with teenagers in love trying to save the world.” I know the book was classified as a young adult book aimed at teeny boppers.
However there was 1 facet of the movie that sort of grated on my nerves even armed with this expectation. This was the voices of the 2 heroines trapped in the one body. The voices were just TOO juvenile. I found myself wanting to ground them both and send them to bed without supper. At times they took on a whiny tone of 2 – 14 year old girls arguing over what color nail polish to wear.
That being said I thoroughly enjoyed the movie. I even got the sniffles in a few of the finals scenes. What can I say? I’m a big marshmallow when it comes to love, regardless of the age of the lovers. I may even go see it again while it’s still in the theater because I have an ongoing love affair with the silver screen.
And all along I believed I would find you
Time has brought your heart to me
I have loved you for a thousand years
I’ll love you for a thousand more
Christana Perri, A Thousand Years – Lyrics- Featured in the Twilight Saga
To all of you out there that think that romanctical stuff is all fuzzy wuzzy, and silly; I want to warn you – Don’t dis romance. If your partner gets all choked up in the face of romance movie or novel, don’t forget that you are a part of this. They get way more choked up around their love for you than they do about any “silly” romance movie or novel. You are an integral part of their belief system.
If you poo poo your or shoot down your romantically natured partner you are actually shooting your relationship in the foot. Some of us are just hard-wired for intense feelings. Some of them not so pleasant but when we feel good, we feel really really good!
So ride the wave baby, go with the flow. Don’t squelch romantic inclinations in your partner. In the end, if you do this, you lose. I don’t mean to imply that you are heartless or don’t really care about your partner, far from it. We all have different ways of expressing emotions. Some of us don’t do it at all. Then there are those of us who want to build a 50 foot high pink heart on the front lawn for Valentine’s Day. We may not actually do this for fear of getting laughed it, but the desire is still there.
My love for the Hubman is incredibly intense. So intense that I often freeze up and don’t do or say anything about it at all. He tends to shy away from intense emotionally displays except for the macho-man acceptable topics, sports, politics, etc. I actually told him once that I was jealous of football because that is the only time I see him display emotions; rage, joy, disgust, elation. Politics really gets him going, but it doesn’t do a thing for me. I always want to put my hands over my ears to block it out.
Things that get me jacked up are what is happening right here, right now. A pretty flower, a baby’s smile, a beautiful sunset – not speculations on what may or may not be happening on the other side of the globe.
Mr. Hubman drives a huge Ford F150 truck and there are times I think he loves the truck more than me. Is this a macho man’s version of a romance novel, I wonder? I told him once that if he loved that damned truck so much why didn’t he just go sleep in it. He ignored me. (the very nerve!)
Maybe the point I’m trying to make here is; don’t trivialize someone else’s passion, even if you don’t quite understand it.
Mr. Husband and I went to see Twilight Saga – Breaking Dawn Part 2 yesterday. I was so stoked and loved every minute of it. Mr. Husband sighed and fidgeted and laughed at things that weren’t supposed to be funny. There were a few times that I was tempted to kick him, but managed to control myself.
The Twilight Saga seems to be one of the series of books and movies that people either absolutely love to the point of fanaticism, or loathe beyond all reason. Hubman and I are definitely in opposite camps on this one. He likes the manly man, blow up everything, 15 minute car chase, and shoot every anything that moves, The Dirty Dozen type of movies.
I like some of them too. The Matrix series and Bladerunner are pretty violent, but there’s enough lovey dovey stuff in there to make up for it. The characters against all odds end up loving each other and doing things like, eeeww, kissing in public, and even, dare I say it, make love on occasion. Oh my God. That just ruins all the delicious violence for some guys, I guess.
We ended up having a humongous 2 day long fight, with tears, cold shoulders and the whole bit over the subject of whether or not he would accompany me to this movie. I’ve been looking forward to it since that the very second after Breaking Dawn Part 1 ended. His response the first time I asked him to go with me a couple of months ago was “I don’t really don’t want to. Can’t you go with someone else?” He conveniently does not remember this. I didn’t want to go with someone else dammit! I wanted to go with my husband!
What really got me worked up into a world of hurt was thinking back over the last few months. He’s been really busy with annoying attorneys, working on some Masters of the Universe business deal. His mother got diagnosed with breast cancer, but she’s going to be fine, they caught it very early. All this stuff has been going and I’ve been sort of sneaking around like a house mouse feeling ignored and neglected.
I’ve tried to be adult, understanding, patient and all that good stuff, but then it hit me. Over these last few months I’ve asked for ONE THING and got turned down. That’s one of my hot buttons. In my life it’s very difficult to ask for help or anything else because “no” hurts a lot. As a result I rarely asked for anything. So I asked him during this fight to think back and tell me what is that one thing that I’ve asked for. Just one thing, think about it, Bubba.
He launched on his usual tirade about he doesn’t know what I want; he doesn’t know what to do to make me happy. I responded with “well you could make a good start by just listening to me. It’s not really as difficult as you make it sound.” Come on try again. Think back again. I ask you “what is the one thing that I’ve asked of you in the last 3 or 4 months?”
I could practically see his brain churning. Then he got a look of incredulity on his face that was almost comical. He said “is this about that movie?” My answered “Yes, this is about that movie, but it’s more than just the movie. It’s the fact you turned me down when I asked you for one little thing. I haven’t asked you for anything else. I haven’t asked for expensive stuff, or long weekends at the spa, or a trip to the moon. I asked you for 2 hours of your time to do something that I enjoyed and you turned me down!”
So anyway, we went to the movie. Came home had another fight, cried, made up again and decided that we really need to work on our communication skills.