Movies with Ma

I love taking my Mom to the movies. It's always a hoot.

One time, she asked me if I could take her to watch Transformers 3. Assuming that she'd seen the first two, I gladly took her.

Ten minutes into the movie, my Mom asks me (in a loud whisper), "What is this movie about?"

I was shocked. "Didn't you watch the last two movies?"

"No," she answers.

Me: "Then why did you want to watch this movie?"

Mom: "I don't know."

So throughout the movie, she kept asking me questions like, "Are they aliens or are they robots?"

Me: "They are alien robots from outer space."

Mom: "Where did they come from?"

Me: "A planet called Cybertron."

Mom: "Who made them?"

Me: "I don't know."

Mom: "They can talk?"

Me: "Yes."

About 40 minutes into the movie...

Mom: "Wow! Look at all the flying metal, he turned into a motorcycle!"

Me: "Shh Mom...You're talking too loud...They are called Transformers. They transform into all kinds of travel vehicles."

Mom: "But I thought you said they were aliens."

Me: "Just watch the movie, Ma..."

When my Mom saw the giant worm-bot for the first time she was in awe.

Then I think it was during a battle scene, maybe an hour before the movie was going to end, she fell asleep on my shoulder. I could hear her snoring softly. I woke her up and asked her if she wanted to go home.

She said, "Yes, this movie is too much. It makes my eyes hurt."

So we left one hour before the movie ended.

When I took her to see Inception, she was so lost she just kept saying every 20 minutes, "I don't understand." The different dream states/levels confused the shit out of her. She had no clue what was going on. She didn't know which was a dream or what was really happening at that moment (ironically, Leo's character was experiencing the same thing). Everything was just a real blur to her.

Every time they'd go back and forth from scene to scene, she'd ask, "Where are they now? I thought they were in the car. " And she'd laugh at herself, shake her head and say to me, "I'm so confused."

Poor Ma...

This past Tuesday, I took her to see Now You See Me and she had a grumpy face the whole time which I knew translated to a sheer state of confusion.

"Are you OK, Mom?" I asked her.

"No...I don't understand what is happening."

But I think at the end, she was really entertained because while we were exiting the theatre, she exclaimed loudly and enthusiastically, "Wow, good movie! I need to watch it again! Because I don't understand it!"

Poor Mom, she was more confused than the time I took her to see Inception.

I love you, Ma! Dull moments do not exist when I hang out with you. =)

*I actually started this post a long time ago and forgot all about it, ha! But I liked how I got to finish it with a recent anecdote. Ah, my memory. How's journaling, you ask? Hasn't helped my memory one bit. So, I started drawing instead. I have a few posts that I've started that I will be finishing soon if the Internet at home wouldn't be such an asshole and not freeze every time I upload photos to Flickr.