Playin' hooky!

My super genius sweetie and I took the day of work yesterday and he took me to see Kiss Kiss Bang Bang. Très cool. I loved the comedic banter, but stressed when they said something that had anything to do with the "mystery" because I'd only catch half the line and felt I knew even less about what was going on.

The finger thing made my hands tingly for half the movie, although if you're a guy, that storyline came a distant second to the torture scene. Plus, it has some of the best quotes, including my favorite -

"Talking monkeys?"
"Yes, from the future. Nasty buggers, only say ficus."

Shane Black got the memo. Monkeys are always funny. Always.

Here's a snippet of the post-movie discussion we had while driving back from Thai Orchid (to pick up some deeelicious Pad Kee Mao)

Him: "What was the name of the guy on the books?"
Me: (blurts out) "Greenwood."
Him: "No, that wasn't it."
Me: "Hmm. Greenwood." (sounding perfectly correct in my own mind) "Are you sure?"
Him: "Um yeah, pretty sure. Starts with a G, but it's definitely not Greenwood.
Me: "But I just saw this movie."
Him: "Well so did I and they say it 67,000 times during the movie, and I can't remember it either."
Me: "Maybe Johnny Greenwood is the name of a country western singer"
Him: "Um, maybe. But not of the detective in the movie."
Me: "I'll probably remember it at, like, 3 a.m. or something"

Fast forward. It's 2:46 am. I am instantly awake.

Me: (rolls over) "Gossamer"
Him: (barely conscious) "Whhhhhaat?"
Me: "You know, the guys name. It's Gossamer."
Him: "How'd you think of it now?"
Me: "It's 3 a.m."

It's eerie how my remembering works. My Radiohead geekiness was also subconsciously seeping through, although I didn't get that right either, since I included the silent H.