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Apr. 21st, 2007 11:23 pmWent to see Hot Fuzz, which was made of bullet-riddled awesome. I urge you all to go see it before some fucker spoils the ending for you. I am all full up with love for all the participants. And that's not even counting the extra Bill Bailey.
Lovely day here. Parked in the work garage, because, hey, free, and walked to the Grand. Felt all Mary Tyler Moore opening credits (for you young kids out there, substitute all that, a bag of chips, and a shake), until I looked up to admire the ironwork on the old Simon building, tripped on a curb, and nearly faceplanted into the concrete. Ah, dignity. I've read about you in books.
This was my first time at the Grand, and it's really rather nice -- as it ought to be, since no less than three downtown theaters were killed so that it might live. Giant wall of metalwork movie quotes. Spotless facilities with magic sinks and toilets. Arcade. No ticket-taker, so I could have easily walked in unseen. I'm sure my still-whole, dated ticket will one day be worth a fortune on the collectors market.
"Medium" popcorn was the size of the three-volume Annotated Shakespeare, medium drink was served in Chronicles of Narnia gallon drum. I gave up a third of the way into both. Offered the nice couple next to me the rest of my bag of popcorn, and the young man replied, "Oh GOD no," displaying their own bag, which was still nearly full and, I swear, laughing at them in a low, evil tone.
Anyway, go see Hot Fuzz, is my point.
Lovely day here. Parked in the work garage, because, hey, free, and walked to the Grand. Felt all Mary Tyler Moore opening credits (for you young kids out there, substitute all that, a bag of chips, and a shake), until I looked up to admire the ironwork on the old Simon building, tripped on a curb, and nearly faceplanted into the concrete. Ah, dignity. I've read about you in books.
This was my first time at the Grand, and it's really rather nice -- as it ought to be, since no less than three downtown theaters were killed so that it might live. Giant wall of metalwork movie quotes. Spotless facilities with magic sinks and toilets. Arcade. No ticket-taker, so I could have easily walked in unseen. I'm sure my still-whole, dated ticket will one day be worth a fortune on the collectors market.
"Medium" popcorn was the size of the three-volume Annotated Shakespeare, medium drink was served in Chronicles of Narnia gallon drum. I gave up a third of the way into both. Offered the nice couple next to me the rest of my bag of popcorn, and the young man replied, "Oh GOD no," displaying their own bag, which was still nearly full and, I swear, laughing at them in a low, evil tone.
Anyway, go see Hot Fuzz, is my point.
