It was K’s birthday today, so we took the night off. No homework, no research. I spent the afternoon reading Bone and napping, and we ate in Alexandria with friends, one of whom who had traveled from the coast. Then we had to hop across the street to get in line for Quantum of Solace.
I hate movie theaters.
Seriously, if there is a hell, it’s a movie theater like the one we were in tonight. The thing about theaters is, they’d be great if it weren’t for all of the people. It was packed, and we had to sit way off to the side and way in front, with a bunch of loud kids in the front row, someone with a laser pointer in the back, and, I swear, the couple behind may as well have bought one ticket because they were in the same seat the whole time. Come on, kids. Why do you pay eight dollars to sit in the dark with strangers and make-out?
Oh.
But still.
Go see Madagascar 2 or something, and leave me and Bond in peace, or at least quit pressing against the back of my fucking chair. I would have been a lot more upset had the movie been worth a crap, but after Casino Royale, this new movie was disappointing. I might do a review of it soon, but for now it’s late and I didn’t like it. It felt empty. Bond has been reduced to a generic action hero, and yes, I understand that it’s a revenge picture, the logical product of the events of the last film, but does that mean it has to be bland? It needed to be both shorter and longer, for different reasons.
Drove home in the dark and the snow behind cars going slower than they needed to, talking about our friend who invents people, and the things we had done. Rock Band until one in the morning while the owners of the house slept upstairs, and now I’m home and tired. Right. Bed now.
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