I forget how lovely movie matinees are. They’re cheaper, and you get to pretend you own the entire theater.
It had been a while since I have stepped foot in a movie theater, and I forget how annoying the adjacent screen’s sound bleeding into the theater was. I also forget how annoying other people are.
I watched 12 Years a Slave and sat with my jaw on the floor even as the credits ended and the house lights came back on. It did a great job in unflinchingly show the dehumanization of slavery, and the ending was particularly jarring.
Early this morning it received seven Golden Globe nominations which it richly deserves.
But here’s a question. Brad Pitt is only in the movie for about 10 minutes or so. How did he get a personal makeup artist?