Making Opinions

I'm not a traditional anything. That can include not being a traditional reader, traditional editor...  and as of late, I'm not a traditional movie watcher. I started looking for different movies in the Foreign section on Netflix. This led me to My Year Without Sex. 

Netflix description:

In the wake of a near-fatal brain aneurysm, thirtysomething Melbourne mom Natalie (Sacha Horler) and her affable hubby, Ross (Matt Day), enter a period of doctor-ordered abstinence while they raise their children Louis (Jonathan Segat) and Ruby (Portia Bradley). Wrestling with myriad problems in the bedroom and out, Natalie has a year to remember in this warm and funny dramedy from Australian writer-director Sarah Watt. 

The movie description promised a comedy; yeah I don't think I saw anything humorous about it. Really, what is humorous about [spoilers] a bursting blood vessel, a coworker with a onesided affinity for a married man, a dead fish, a puppy being bitten by a ferocious older dog, a dissatisfied mother, possible pedophile predators, and a harassed father [/spoiler]? The movie is annoyingly unfunny. But, I stuck with it for 96 minutes because I had a hunch. Just a small hunch that themes about sex or God or life or relationships could be brought to closure into one small scene. And it did, somewhere around the 77th minute.

Louis, the 12 year old son, sat outside the filming room at the movie theater. He waited for his friends and for the movie to end. Meanwhile, an older male character, possibly too friendly for our own good, sat next to Louis. They engage in pleasantries starting with hello. The older male character questions Louis about the movie, Louis acknowledges that he didn't like it. And that's when things get interesting.

“What's it about?” The older male asked.

“Mostly boys kissing girls.”

“You prefer boys?”

“To what?”

“To girls.”

“Depends.”

“On what?”

“On what you're doing. Girls aren't as good at football. Except for Stacey. She's fantastic.”

“I guess I meant, you know, sexy things.”

“I don't know. I'm waiting til puberty 'til I decide.”

The scene pretty much ends there, as well as the closure for the movie for me. In a not traditional movie watcher opinion the 'punchline' of this scene is, “I don't know. I'm waiting til puberty 'til I decide.” Why? Because, we're taught that we need to make opinions about everything. Clothes, people, personalities, political issues, and food; just to name a few. Opinions are serious business. It's easier, as an opinion maker, to make opinions slowly. Or, if you're Todd Akins, it's just easier to keep your opinion to yourself. Back to serious business. Opinions break or make everything in our modern culture. If they're so important, then why do we rush to make opinions? Why can't we just wait till 'puberty' or when we can make an informed opinion to figure these things out?

Let's take more time to make our opinions. I know I'll try my best to do so. How do you form opinions? Do you change opinions sometimes, most times, or all the time? Do you think opinions are serious business? These are just questions I'm going to ponder, we could ponder them together too. I always like to hear other's opinions or thoughts.