I went to go see "Sept ans de mariage" ("Seven Years of Marriage") just now. Great film. Funny, anyway. The premise: Alain, married to Audrey (for seven years) has sexual fantasies and finds he can't have sex with his wife anymore because...well...he just doesn't know. Still, he doesn't want to cheat on his wife, and, when he goes to see a psychologist (also his friend), he is encouraged to ask his wife to participate in bringing his fantasies to life. He hesitates at first (as his wife is rather high-strung), but eventually suggests a few ideas to her. They are poorly received, but gradually Audrey starts to develop fantasies of her own, and the couple begins to explore their fantasies together. Of course, this is funny material because these people are in their 40's, and that's just automatically funny. From watching them nervously go into sex shops to dressing in leather catsuits, the meat of this film is really based on their sexual evolution as a couple.
The film is not at all "dirty" - the sex is never shown - but the scenes leading up to whatever sex the couple has are absolutely hilarious (discomfort in the sex shop, flirting with girls, Audrey buying hot lingerie, etc). Overall, the film was tastefully done, considering the subject matter.
The point of the film is really that nobody is too young to change, and that with an open mind and a bit of curiosity, the couple was able to discover new things about themselves (not just sexually) and improve their marriage. Audrey starts off uptight and stressed out, and due to her sexual liberation and, eventually, psychological liberation, she also manages to stand up to her mother, to people at work, and to her husband.
So I'm walking out of the theater at the end and I'm thinking, "Whoa, thank God I don't have to worry about being an uptight and stressed out mid-40's type just yet. Thank God I'm young and fun and goofy still. Yay." (this was not in reference to sex, but more just in reference to how Audrey was so stressed out at the beginning and closed off to ideas, and to how much work it took to get her even remotely interested in trying something new). With the evening sun blinding me as I walk out of the theater, I declare, "Yeah! I'm young and carefree and I'll stay that way forever!"
And right then, a guy comes up to me and says, "Hi, did you just get out of a film? I was wondering if you would be willing to take a survey?" (they do this all the time on my street corner.)
Due to my newly appreciated easygoing, open nature, I smile at the guy and say, "Sure, no problem."
Relieved, he returns my smile and says, "Wow. Great. That's nice of you! Ok, here we go...how old are you?"
"I'm 23."
Pause.
"Oh. Sorry! I'm afraid I can't do the survey; you're too old. That's too bad. Thanks anyway," he says cheerily and goes off to find his next subject.
Ouch. Young and carefree my ass. That shot me right back down to reality. Too old? WTF?
Hee hee hee. Who's in the movie? Anyone I'd know?
Never mind - followed the IMDb link. No names I recognize.
Hey, dude, look at it this way: he'd only ask you to do the survey if he *thought* you *looked* young enough to do it. So basically, you still look eternally young.
Bitch.
(that was sarcasm, by the way, the bitch part, not the eternally young part)
The fact is that I don't want to LOOK like I'm 19 (looking 23 is fine by me) but I want to just STAY 19. As long as I can get rental cars. Which you can't do, at 19.