It’s rare when a movie hits close to home. It’s also rare when a movie makes you laugh, really laugh, bust a gut, snort out loud, embarrassing, loud guffaws. But this weekend, Date Night, the new Steve Carell and Tina Fey comedy, made me laugh at myself and my harried life like I haven’t laughed in a very long time.
It was as if Tina Fey and Steve Carell were reading lines from my script, from the little bodies crawling into my bed to demand breakfast at the crack of dawn, to the scheduling of book club meetings and the coordination of soccer practice. Their exhaustion and frustration with the triviality of suburban life mimicked mine, but because they’re such skilled comedians, they made me laugh at myself as I laughed with them.
And then the couple headed into the City for a date night considerably wilder and more dangerous than planned, and the movie went from funny to downright hilarious. While battling crooked cops, mobsters, and snobby restaurant hosts, Carell and Fey remember why they fell in love in the first place. And while Steve and I laughed so hard that tears were streaming down our faces, the stress of the week melted away as we lost ourselves in the joy of this movie.
Date Night was an instant classic for me. I don’t think I’ll see it again in the theaters, but it’s definitely a movie I want to own, to sit there with the remote playing scenes over and over again, laughing with the partner of my date nights.