Ants in my Pants, i.e., Waiting Out the Waiting Game
Amy Owen | Wednesday, February 3, 2010 at 5:00AM As soon as I heard about the cast of Nine, I couldn’t wait to see it. As December 25, 2009 closed in, more and more interviews and clips were being revealed—who can forget the Oprah interview (oy, that was good)—causing my anticipation to reach a boiling point. I wanted to see that movie diddymao. It. Looked. So. Good. Daniel Day-Lewis, Marion Cotillard, Penelope Cruz, Judy Dench, SOPHIA LOREN, and dancing and singing and Italy?!!!! I mean, come on, it’s my perfect movie! And then I saw it. And I left with a giant “Meh” on my face. You know what “Meh” looks like. It’s when something really isn’t bad, per se—I mean, I liked Nine. I did. I thought it was a good movie. But “Meh” results when the way you imagined something to be is leaps and bounds better than the actual product or event. You always try to make the event logically seem good in your head, but in your heart you know it kinda sucked. Like the last Indiana Jones movie. Or the prom. Or the iPad.
