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semperfionaLast week AJ invited me to a movie. "The Wall is playing at the Tivoli," he said. I said, "sure, why not," figuring it had been 25 years since I saw The Wall and I was pretty drunk at the time and barely remember it.
Last night we arrived at the theater, and the poster showed The Wall. Not quite the same thing at all. I was half glad I hadn't mentioned my thoughts out loud, for fear of sounding like an idiot, and half wished I had, so that we would have actually figured out we were talking about different movies.
We did watch it, though. It was a very bare-bones film, just one location and three characters, one of whom we never actually see. A psychological thriller viewed through the eyes of one man. My comment at the end was that despite the wide open desert of the set, it was oddly claustrophobic.
(Wow, there are some WEIRD reviews on that imdb listing.)
Last night was AJ's and my first ever actual sleepover--and all we did was sleep. Figures.
And now I need to locate my Pink Floyd CD's.
Last night we arrived at the theater, and the poster showed The Wall. Not quite the same thing at all. I was half glad I hadn't mentioned my thoughts out loud, for fear of sounding like an idiot, and half wished I had, so that we would have actually figured out we were talking about different movies.
We did watch it, though. It was a very bare-bones film, just one location and three characters, one of whom we never actually see. A psychological thriller viewed through the eyes of one man. My comment at the end was that despite the wide open desert of the set, it was oddly claustrophobic.
(Wow, there are some WEIRD reviews on that imdb listing.)
Last night was AJ's and my first ever actual sleepover--and all we did was sleep. Figures.
And now I need to locate my Pink Floyd CD's.
