Raul Julia vs Mel Gibson

A parcel arrived for the husband from the USA. It was a video; I was intrigued. I rang him at work and asked what he had been buying, teased him about buying porn. He pointed out that we live in the porn capital of Australia – why would he purchase it from the USA? He said it was a present for me and that I could open the parcel.
It was a copy of Kiss Of The Spiderwoman. I was overjoyed. I had been whining about the fact that this film has never been released on DVD. It is one of my favourite films and one that I needed for my collection.
So that night we watched it, it has been many years since I had seen the film, about 12 I think. I tried to make my boyfriend at the time watch it, his favourite film was Braveheart, which was a great source of embarrassment for me. Not only because I was in a relationship with a man who loved this film, but even more so because I later married him and he is the father of my child. A mistake I will regret for all time. The Braveheart thing was one of many clues that I chose to ignore.
I thought that showing him what a good film actually is, a film that has depth and substance and layers not to mention brilliant acting and thought provoking issues would make him realize what a single dimensional sensationalist moron Mel Gibson is. I thought he had simply never actually seen a really good film and that I could provide some guidance. How wrong I was. In fact, as far as that man goes I have never been wronger (the ex that is, not MG, my opinion of him remains unchanged).
Needless to say, having my new and very much improved husband go out of his way to order a movie for me from the USA, then have him sit and watch it with me and agree on its' qualities was nothing short of bliss. He did say that in spite of the film being set in a prison and the inherent violence it was in fact a chick flick – the themes being very feminine – something I had never considered and I realized was quite true. That fact does not excuse my exs' dislike of Kiss, nor any of his other totally abhorrent behaviour, like forcing me to watch Das Boot, which made me want to lobotomise myself with my choc top.
So the day was a pleasant reminder and confirmation (not that it's really needed) that my new husband is truly a wonderful man.
Raul Julia was a brilliant actor and his premature death was a tragic loss to all movie lovers (and probably his family and friends too).