I realize that this story pretty much demonstrates why so many of you don’t like to see movies in theaters any more, but I’m going to share it anyway because I thought it was funny. Recently I saw “Lincoln” (you’ll have to wait for the review, but yes, it was good), appropriately at the Lincoln Square in Bellevue, and the audience was, shall we say, a little chatty. Near the end of the movie, an event of great historic significance takes place (see, no spoilers from me, even though I think most of you know what happens), happening in a place of likewise great historical significance, and the woman behind me leaned over to her husband and said, in a stage whisper, “I was there.” Really? This completely threw me, and it took every ounce of self-control I have not to turn around and stare at somebody who was apparently at least a century-and-a-half old yet still spry enough for a night at the movies. But she went on to explain that it’s a museum now, and blah blah blah. I liked my initial interpretation better.
October 25, 2012 at 10:12 AM