Well, now that I'm firmly established in my stupid crack job, I guess I've got plenty of time to write about the movie!
Greg couldn't go with me. That was bad. Very very bad. I have an interesting sense of direction. I seem to find myself in every place but where I want to be. I try to take someone with me whereever I go to keep me from getting lost. So with no greg to keep an eye on me, I was very nervous.
I had him explin the directions a hundred billion times. And then asked one more time for good measure. I'm sure my need for insane specifics was making him pull out his hair. But I didn't want to get lsot!!!!
So, I got Donnie to cover for me and I left work early. I got ready to go and then headed ut for the street car. I managed to get on in the right direction and not get off until the quarter. Go me! (This was the first time I've ever rode the street car by myself since my parents ever so kindly abandoned me during orientaton.)
Then I made a right, just like I was told and walked until I got to canal place. Greg was right. I was a rich persons mall! One shirt costs more than my entire wardrobe!
I found the movie theater all by myself too! HOW COME NO ONE TOLD ME THEY WERE SHOWING SPIRITED AWAY THERE!?!?!?!?! I need to go find out times now! I know how to get there! All by myself! I want to see spirited away!!!!!!!
Anyway, the movie didn't start until a little after 10. *hrmph* That's a long time to stand in line. Then when they let us in, guess who sat in front of me. Yup, a huge tall guy. I was not pleased. And, because there were so many people seeing the movie, there weren't any better seats to move to!!! *pout* So I had to do a lot of tilting and swayinbg to see anything, and it was exceptionally annoying during the parts with subtitles.
Lost in la Mancha is about Terry Gilliams attempt to make a film version of Don Quixote. (That looks like I spelled it wrong. Oh well, to tired to worry about that....) That poor man....It was such a sad movie.
Everything you could imagine went wrong. Then everything unimaginable happened!!!! It was unbelievable how many things went wrong. Pre production was a complete mess, and the first week was a disaster!!!! I wanted to reach out and give him a hug!!!!!!
I really hope someday the movie gets made. From what I saw, it could be pretty good! (Never as good as Man of la Mancha on stage though. That's all...theatery....Nothing is better than that!) I would go see it!!!!
So, after the whole big disaster after disaster, the only film they had was a short clip from a scene with giants. LARGE FAT MEN running toward the camera. In slow motion. With all the fat swaying side to side. It was so gross....But that's all they've got. THAT'S the trailor for the movie!!!!
Really, aside from it being a bit sad it was a pretty good movie. It only had the slight fault that all documentaries have. It was a bit dry. But you can't do anything about that. It was a documentary.
After the movie I took the elevator downstairs. Scary! My tummy is still floating in the air!!!!!!
It was drizzling when I got outside. But that wasn't too bad. However, as soon as I got to the streetcar stoppy place, the sky when CRACK! I mean, the lightening had a sound!!!! A few moments later....
The entire french quarter shook!!!!! It wsa so scary! And jsut after I had compsed myself (Scream? I know nothing of this scream you speak of....) the crack that had opened in the sky DUMPED everything it had from above onto my ehad.
Just as all this happened the streetcar showed up. So, in about 3 minutes, I managed to get COMPLETELY SOAKED!!!!!! It was impressive how far the water had dripped through my clothes.
There was a strange scary man singing songs in the street car. It was strange.
I made my way home safe and sound and drenched. I felt so happy when everyone was all "Yay! You're home! Now we can go to bed!" :D It's nice to know I'm not fogotten about when I walk out of a room!
So even though the day tried to destropy me, it failed. Cause I've got pretty cool friends! So ake THAT monday!!!!!!