Mumma and I snuggled on the couch in a rare opportune moment of synchronised ‘free-time’ from our busy schedules. Indy was safely snoozing in bed so we had a few hours to kill, and we took in a movie with Kevin Costner who had ‘3 Days to Kill’.
Kevin Costner plays an ex-CIA agent who missed out on seeing his daughter grow up, and when he finally retired to spend more time with his family and get to know his daughter again, he’s forced back into one last case. Turns out he’s also dying of an inoperable brain tumour, and the CIA operative who coerced him back in, has an experimental drug that keeps him alive that he needs to keep topping up. The whole movie takes place over a 6 month period, which, if you remember the title of the film, makes perfect sense, right? — NOT!!
Which is one of several things that made this movie just…gawd awful. The only good thing about it, was Kevin Costner. It was as if he knew he was in a really awful film and knew the dialogue was really terrible, and the direction appalling, so just refused to say anything ‘corny’ or ‘on-the-nose’ like every other character did, and just did his own thing. The reason I bring all this up is because even though it was probably one of the worst movies I’ve ever seen, something unbelievably unexpected happened, right in the middle of watching it.
There’s a scene in which Kevin Costner reconnects with his estranged daughter and teaches her to dance in preparation for her prom. A father and his daughter slow two-stepping together and then it happened…
I balled my eyes out!
What the f#*k? All of a sudden, from out of the blue, without any warning whatsoever, I suddenly felt a humongous overwhelming sense of loss. Not for the money I’d spent on renting this horrendous movie, but the realisation that one day my daughter will grow up, maybe get married, and I will have to dance with her at her wedding and give her away to another much younger man. She will move out of our house and get on with her life and we won’t see her beautiful face day-in-day-out, ever again!!
And I was completely heartbroken.
But more surprising is the fact that our daughter is nowhere near ready to move out, get married or anything like that at all, because she hasn’t even been born yet! She’s still got 76 days left in the womb before the eviction notice gets issued. And because we’ve both been so busy juggling Mumma’s work schedule, my return to uni and taking care of our two year old boy, I’ve felt it harder to connect on any real emotional level, but somehow, Kevin Costner’s shitty film managed to break through.
Somehow, the reality, excitement, shock and fear of having a daughter and adding her to our family mix suddenly hit home for me in a very big and unexpected way and I have Kevin Costner to thank for it.
Good on ya, Kev. 😉