The Reader and The Storyteller

I watched the movie The Reader recently.  (Yes, I've only watched this 2009 Oscar nominated movie now - so expect me to be watching The King's Speech, Black Swan, etc. circa 2013)  The movie stars Kate Winslet (Oscar nominated and well deserved so) and tells the story of a prison guard who is sentenced to life imprisonment for her role in the death of more than 300 people in a jewish prison camp.  The reader - as the title goes - is about this young boy who has an affair with Winslet's character and whilst doing so, reads to her.  Books, stories, plays.  The movie contains a lot of scenes unsuitable for the young-ens and err... those who have some sort of allergy to love scenes -  unless of course, if it has gone through the heavy screening and censoring of our local movie authorities.  I do not always go for these heavy movies but I was intrigued and found it highly watchable and much deservant of the accolades it received.

I later asked hubby if he has watched it and when he said no, I took it upon myself to relay the storyline to him.  I like doing this.  Of course, I would only do so if he implies or does not seem to have the intention of watching the movie himself.  So I can go all out, reveal spoilers, endings and all.  I used to do this when I was in school as well.  I loved telling my friends and dorm mates about movies or shows I watched during the holidays or when I was home for the weekend.  I remember telling my dorm mates about Pretty Woman.  After our SPM exams were over, we did that thing where we passed around autograph books for friends to write in. (Y'all remember that?? That's so 90s, isn't it?? Or do school kids still do this now?)  Anyway, one dorm mate wrote in my autograph book - I will miss your stories. Heee... I was a storyteller even back then. *Smile* I really need to be telling my own stories though.