Weekly Capsule 30.3: The NotebookPosted: July 30, 2015 | |
As I said last week, this year I had to be proctor twice for our school’s entrance exams. Last week I was assigned to the art and design room, which wasn’t so bad. Yeah, you still have to sit there for hours staring at the students, but they are drawing, so at least it’s fun to watch. This time, though, I was assigned to the film analysis room. It was horrifying. It’s an 8-hour exam – the students watch a movie, twice, in the morning, then they have a one-hour lunch break, and in the afternoon they have three hours to write an essay about that movie. You may think, oh, that’s not too bad, at least you get to watch a movie, right? Except that movie is The Notebook, the sappiest of all sappy romances. And I had to sit through it. Twice. Followed by three hours staring into nothingness.
If you’ve been reading here for a while, you know how I feel about romantic films. Unless they’re British and preferably take place about 200 years ago, I don’t have much patience for them. I’m going to have to watch Pride and Prejudice (the 1995 mini series, thank you very much) or North & South to feel like myself again.
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