I used to know a lot about movies. For many years I worked as copywriter at a DVD distribution company, so writing film synopses was my jam. I was up on the Oscar® nominees, went to see big new releases and could tell you when something was coming out on DVD. Since I had Caroline, I’m so behind the times. I’m sure this happens to every parent, but when did I swap knowing the casts of summer blockbusters for knowing the theme song to every show on PBS? I went to two movies in the theater in 2016, The Secret Life of Pets and Bad Moms. One was to appease my kid, the other to escape her. So that’s probably a wash.
The reality of my decreasing entertainment knowledge hit me hard last night as I sat down for my first viewing of Finding Dory with Caroline. Somehow this is the best movie I’ve seen in six months. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I loved it. But I’m 28 years old, how is a movie about a separated fish family the top-ranking movie in my recent memory? Also, when did I become such a softy? Sweet Dory loses everyone (spoiler: it’s only temporary) and I totally lost my shit. The only movies I couldn’t really watch before I had kids were comedies about divorce (probably the least funny thing I can think of). Now apparently I can’t handle undersea adventures. After baby #2 I’ll probably have to stop watching PBS, too. The educational value will likely bring me to tears.