Last Thanksgiving weekend, my family was part of an audience in a local movie theater that had tremendous problems with sound quality for the first few minutes. On our way out, management handed everyone a complimentary ticket for another visit (classy: I love that they did that proactively, before some of the crankier audience members took it upon themselves to mutiny).
The tickets have been magnetized to our refrigerator since that day, and I just noticed last week that they will expire this Wednesday. Jim and I used two of the tickets for “The King’s Speech” yesterday*.
In trying to decide what other movie to use the tickets for, I discovered that Justin Bieber’s “Never Say Never” is playing there and suddenly, my decision was made. Yes, I’m serious.
Before you start screaming and laughing at your computer monitor–making everyone around you think you have lost your mind–let me tell you that though definitely don’t consider myself a Biebhead, a Biebchick, a Biebboob, a Belieber, or whatever the heck the fans in the Bieber Nation are called, I can tolerate his music pretty well.
Okay, I LIKE IT.
That’s not why I want to see the movie, however.
As a mom, I’m a big fan of his mom, who apparently (according to media reports) demanded that then-sixteen-year-old Justin, one of the biggest pop stars on the scene today, hand over his cell phone during an argument. When he refused, she canceled the service. You go, girl.
That’s not why I want to see the movie (though I hope his mom has some screen time, because I’d like to see more of that good parenting), either.
I was, unlike 99% of the world, thrilled to pieces when he finally cut that mop of his. I mean, really. The Bieber cut didn’t do anything except inspire thousands of wanna-biebs who asked for the same icky style. The mom in me HATED that cut**. His new hair style matures him just a little bit, and it’s better for magazine covers.
But ew, that’s not why I want to see the movie, either.
In all of the press that the movie received upon its release, it was made clear that the film, which was assembled in the documentary style, is meant to be inspiring. It’s meant to show people–especially youngsters, Bieber’s main audience–that overnight success isn’t what it looks like: it takes years of work to become successful “quickly”.
To me, as I work so hard on my own dream, that theme resonates pretty strongly.
*One of the best movies I’ve seen in a long time, and not only because the main character is the great-grandfather of Prince William. Colin Firth’s performance was indeed worthy of the Oscar he won. I ached for King George VI, and forgave Firth for his involvement in the movie “Mamma Mia”.
**Though I do acknowledge that, when I was a teenager, I thought Limahl from Kajagoogoo had awesome hair. Blech.
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