Every year or so I actually go to a movie. And there seems less and less reason to...
Today I entered the deafening multiplex near us right after noon to see 'Intolerable Cruelty'. Two wings spread out from the central entrance, with each corridor lined with sullen teens propped up behind nachos counters and in front of arcade machines. Soon I was longing for the big art houses in NYC and wondering if they even still exist.
The theatre had only a smattering of people in the audience for the screening; not that surprising for the time of day. Yes there were a few laughs... and yes, there was some chemistry apparent between the two stars, but Tracy and Hepburn they are not. When I got home I put a Criterion Collection DVD of an ancient Hitchcock film on... to reset my expectations of film, yet again.
See you next year at the movies. Maybe.