I really like movies. Especially the kind of decent non-blockbuster films that usually get made some place other than hollywood. The fact that I have lived in this town for a year and managed to avoid finding out about the N.B. Film Co-op’s monday night series is nothing short of negligence on my part. Oh well. No longer will I be deprived of my entertainment.
Tonight I saw My Summer of Love. For some reason, I failed to grasp that this movie was British until it actually started. I was completely shocked by the British accents. If you want a synopsis, go look at the Film Co-op site.
It wasn’t the best movie I have ever seen but it was decent. It had a very satisfying sense of doom throughout, and my stomach was actually slightly in knots at times. Afterwards I think I overheard some people complaining about the audience laughing at the antics of the main character’s born-again brother. To those people, I say: come on, watching him and 50 of his followers lug that cross up the side of the mountain was pretty funny.
The only downside of the whole experience is that none of my friends could apparently be arsed to come out for it (though Bernard promised to come next week). I like going to movies *with* people. I am not entirely sure why, as it’s not like watching a screen is a team activity in the same way as, say, baseball is a team activity. Oh well.
I like going to movies with others too. I think it’s because with other people there’s always a chance one of your neighbours will want to snog in the middle of the show.
Alternatively it could have something to do with shared experiences and all that.
damn. i miss film society.