A few of us were trying to go and see “Bright Star” this past Saturday, only to find out it had been pulled from the theater already.  Staring at a screen full of independent titles, I only knew movies I didn’t want to see.  Liz suggested “The Boys are Back”- her only assertion being that Clive Owens was in it, and he’s hot.  It’s been a while since I walked into a movie, knowing absolutely nothing about what I’m going to see.

The movie revolves around a husband desperately trying to come to terms with the death of his second wife, while caring for a young son he doesn’t really know.

If I wasn’t crying, I was laughing.  I wish I had brought more tissues.

It reminded me of a good book club discussion- this is a movie to see with some good friends, and then go to dinner afterwords and hash it all out.  It’s not one I would actually take my husband too- but one I definitely related to my own life, and then found deeper appreciation in my relationships with my own parents, my husband, and children.  It was a real Oprah moment.

The Boys are Back, is already out in theaters.