I recently saw the film Milk and thought, wow, this is an overrated film. I am a tad tired of the whole "he should get an Oscar because he is straight and kissing a guy" school of acting. It was fine for what it was (3 out of 5 stars) but nothing beyond the realm of the stock biopic.
That said, I did leave the film with imagery in my noggin, a "take away" worth keeping. The moment is early, when Milk the New Yorker passes a cutie in the subway and asks him out---and in doing so changes both their lives forever. Upon seeing that scene I thought, "I need that, I have to get ballsier or I am gonna be single the rest of my life."
But translating thoughts into action is a challenge. I dropped the ball this PM, when a cute-not gorgeous, not really my type--but cute, guy was alone at the screening of Doubt that I was at. He kept checking his cell prior to the film and I thought he was a little too much--23/24-ish with a fedora and a trench coat--but I kept watching him. At the film's end (4 out of 5 stars) I turned around and he was gone.
Twelve blocks and 20 minutes later I saw him at the subway stop, still checking that cell for the offer/bid/proposal that would never come.
I thought of Milk-- be would have gone up and asked the young buck to dinner. No strings, just dinner as a meal is almost always better together than alone. But I did nothing. I watched him walk into the subway and thought "idiot , go after him" and I did, but he was really gone this time.
So now I am having a fabo dinner -- good wine and stuffed mushrooms and a great Caesar salad--alone. What would have happened if I had asked? Don't know...but I wonder...
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