Brett and I saw "10,000 B.C." last night. During a scene near the end, the camera focuses on the main character's face in an extreme close-up to add emotional weight. I couldn't help but notice that this guy had perfect teeth. White and shiny and straight and beau-tiful teeth. It was a bit incongruous with the fact that the rest of him was all grungy and sweaty and his hair was matted in overgrown dreadlocks.
I leaned over the whisper my discovery to Brett. As I drew in my breath to speak, he said, "I don't want to hear anything about his teeth, okay?"
He knows me almost TOO WELL. Must have been the big stink I made over Matthew McConaughey's teeth in "Sahara." They were really really really white in that movie.
I also remember my mother-in-law telling me that she couldn't enjoy "The Book Of Mormon Movie" anymore because I had said something about the french manicure on Sariah's fingernails and now it was too distracting. I can't actually remember saying anything about it, but it does seem like the kind of thing I'd notice. Right, sweetie?