So last night, me and the fabulous Ms Rachael Wright (check out her blog here) went for an NYC double whammy – free yoga on Pier 46 at sunset followed by The Switch at the Regal on Union Square. It was all set to be one of those perfect New York evenings – not least of all because we spent 40 minutes in Party City looking at tiki party accessories – until about three seconds into the movie, we both slumped down into our chairs and proceeded to have a little cry. Not really, we’re not good criers to be honest. whingers yes, criers, no.
Despite what you may have heard, we both thought the movie was great. It’s really not a Jennifer Aniston movie, it’s a Jason Bateman movie, which can only be a good thing. And Saint Jennifer of Wronged Women is actually good in it. Not Rachel, but good. It runs pretty close in tone to The Break Up – another movie maligned for not being the madcap room it was marketed as but actually a thoughtful exploration of what happens when a relationship breaks down. As you probably know, The Switch has a fairly ridiculous premise but when you get past the comedy sperm swap debacle, it’s about two friends who realise they’re in love. Or, if you’re more cynical, end up settling for each other and fortunately have a baby to make it feel less like settling.
The big win for the laydeez is the relationship between Bateman’s character, Wally and his son, Sebastian. That child made my womb ache. Without getting all emo on you, my dad wasn’t around so much when I was little and so it freaked me out to see the development of a father-son relationship. Weird.
In my last major relationship, I was dead against having kids but I realise now that’s because a) it was the wrong relationship and b) my experience of family interaction was not a Hollywood fantasy. But the more I think about it, and I find myself thinking about it a lot these days, I really think I want to have kids (dear friends, please do not send doctors. I don’t have medical insurance, I can’t afford them). And more importantly, I want my kids to have an amazing father. That’s the scariest part for me given that I’ve spent 29 years refusing to accept that I need a man for anything (again, that crazy fun upbringing kicks in) and remaining entirely emotionally unavailable to anything with a penis. This is a new and unpleasant sensation. It’s the one thing you can’t buy on Amazon. I know, I’ve looked. Not a penis, you can get those. I mean the thing the penis is attached to.
Anyway, back to the movie. I won’t splash spoilers everywhere but the part where Wally and Sebastian take a walk through Central Park made my ovaries explode and the second proposal of the movie was priceless. Probably. Honestly, it’s a good movie. Everyone in it is good.
I’m scared. Jason Bateman has made me want to have babies.
Can I sue? This is America after all…http://0