“How do you arrive at such a convoluted equation?” You must be asking yourself, “That Papa K must have fallen on his head and knocked a few screws loose!” Well… if you must know… that’s exactly it. Allow me to explain:
These last several weeks have been fairly nice in the sense that I don’t have to consistently fire the creative synapses in my brain to come up with a new and creative blog post. Although, near the beginning of my blogging hiatus I was met with some major issues so perhaps it was good that I took some time off. Blogging may have pushed me over the proverbial ledge.
I’ve seen a few gory, intense and/or gory AS WELL AS intense movies in my life i.e. Passion of the Christ, Saving Private Ryan, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Saw, Confessions of a Shopoholic, etc. None affected me as much as “127 Hours”: the new movie based on the true life story of Aron Ralston. In 2003, Aron found himself trapped when a boulder pinned his arm to the side of the canyon wall. He was stuck there for 127 hours (thus the movie name) only to finally free himself after cutting his arm off!!!
Get a load of the trailer:
I’d been wanting to see the movie for a while and the first real chance that Bunny and I got to go see it happened to be the same day her grandma passed away. In addition to her grandma passing, the previous ten days had their fair share of intense, high-stress moments for Bunny too so this particular date night needed to be one where we could just “get away” and chill out for a little bit.
Which begs the question: “Why go see a movie about a guy who (after getting trapped under a boulder) is forced to battle his own sanity, drink his own urine and cut off his own arm with a dull knife in order to survive? That seems to be a little too intense doesn’t it?”
I don’t have an answer for you… it was a stupid call. We should have gone to see Tron.
Bunny and I sat through the movie on pins and needles. Aron Ralston was played by James Franco and he nailed the performance. He nailed it so well that when it came time for him to hack his arm off with his dull knife I found myself slightly hesitant to keep my eyes fixed on the movie screen. Alas, I kept fixed on the moving picture as long as I could because, c’mon… I’ve never had issues in movies like this before!
Until that moment.
Somewhere between sawing through his nerves and cutting through his tendons with a pair of needle nose pliers, I found myself getting overheated. I took a deep breath and leaned forward to take off my jacket… Bunny noticed my hesitation at watching the movie.
“I’m hot. I don’t feel good.” I said.
Visibly freaked out and a little worried she told me go get a drink of water.
As I walked down the movie theater steps, James Franco successfully tore his arm from underneath the boulder and was standing there looking at it still lodged between the canyon wall and the boulder he’d become too familiar with over the last 5+ days. I, on the other hand, had successfully drained the blood from my head as a result of standing up and walking from the theatre.
As I made my way down the tunnel to the bright lights of the movie theater lobby I braced myself against the wall and its railing.
A few steps from the door to the theater… I blacked out.
When I came to… I was face down on the tile floor near the door leading into the lobby. I sleepily acknowledged my screaming wife who had come to my rescue after hearing a tremendous crash in the theater tunnel shortly after I disappeared from her sight.
“OH MY GOD CHRIS!! ARE YOU ALRIGHT!!” She cried.
That was a rhetorical question of course. I was not alright. I had used every bit of my dead weight when I passed out to slam my chin on the tile floor and split it open.
Now, as I was beginning to regain some of my footing and the room was ceasing to spin, I began to realize that I had hurt myself… and I had a pounding headache.
After a visit from the paramedics, a never-ending barrage of humiliating and unwanted stares and thousands of embarrassed apologies escaping from my lips… Bunny and I were headed to the emergency room to get my chin stitched up.
I needed five of them:
Honestly, I felt worse about screwing up our date night than I did about the stitches I needed or the pounding headache I’d inherited. I wanted to let my wife escape from the hazards of normal life for a little bit and retreat with me to a land of serenity and relaxation.
But instead… she wound up in the emergency room for two hours after I passed out watching 127 Hours.
Now you understand why 127 Hours = 2 Hours.
Note to self: no more gory/intense movies.
Anything like this ever happen to you? Please say “yes”! My shattered ego needs a boost.