02 January 2006

Starting the year off with a whimper

My friends Stacy and Howard are in right now in a car headed down 95 South to North Carolina. Stacy is moving there for three months to do research on her next book; Howard is Driving Miss Stacy. I helped her carry her things down from her fifth-floor walk-up to the rental car, so I feel very altruistic and virtuous. (In truth, I only made one trip, then got the coveted "wait with the car parked at a hydrant" position.)

I rewarded myself with a midday movie. It feels so decadent somehow, having this Monday off. I even got popcorn.

(Everyone has their post-9/11 traumas; mine are loud noises and crowded public spaces. The AMC 25 on 42nd Street is not the place for an incipient claustrophobe, as it turns out. I went because it has stadium seating, and I figured the midtown location wouldn't be a huge draw on a holiday. Bad choice. It's got these horribly narrow escalators that go up for three stories at a time, barely fitting one person; and I didn't see any stairs. How did the architect get away with this? Did he pay off the building department for the permit?)

I saw Brokeback Mountain, which I'd heard all the good things about, and which I didn't want to be the last person in the world to see. It is all you've heard it is -- spare, taut, sexy, sad... incredibly sad. I cried, as I knew I would, but not as much as I would have if there hadn't been a guy sitting next to me wrestling me for the armrest for the entire two hours.

I was impressed though, that he appeared to be there on a date with a woman. From what I have heard, heterosexual men are not flocking to this movie. I go back to work tomorrow, to the office which is composed of 95% straight men. It didn't occur to me until afterwards that I may have chosen the wrong movie to see in order to keep up with the water cooler chat.

3 Comments:

Blogger Pedestrian Rage said...

Isn't that armrest real estate just a bitch? I wrote about it in September, I think. So distracting. One day I'm just going to say, "OK, I'll let you have the armrest on one condition: you absolutely, positively don't go over the edge to my side and touch me in any way. Happy?"

I'm glad you saw "Brokeback." Do you need to read the story? I printed a copy of it off newyorker.com when it was available (I don't think it is anymore) and can give it to you.

8:03 PM  
Blogger Stuntmother said...

You are not the last person to see this film. I am. Grrr. Argh. I want to read the story too.

4:59 PM  
Blogger tammara said...

I hate the armrest wrestle. And if he had a date - he should have been leaning onto her side! The last movie I saw, there was a guy with a kid behind me - and guess what - the guy kicked my chair at least five times (didn't see that coming). I would love to see this movie, but I'll either have to go it alone (as you did) or wait for netflix. I looked at my husband when the ad came on and he said, "No." I think he and Larry David were separated at birth. Thanks for the review! (And btw - thanks for the recommendation for "716" also. Love it!)

9:40 PM  

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