Topic: Cinema
Yesterday I had a nice Thanksgiving dinner with my friend Patrick and his other half Donald in Castro Valley. Stuffed myself with traditional T-Day fare and perhaos a tad too much red wine. They just got back from a trip to China. Makes me realize how little traveling I've done of late. I definitely need a proper vacation.
Left their place and went to meet Terry and Carol for another dinner. This time the food wasn't typical T-day fare (I certainly didn't need more turkey), nor were the drinks (margaritas). Carol then cracked open a $100 bottle of tequila...which we proceded NOT to put in margaritas.
Now it's Friday and Terry and Carol and I have plans to go see a movie. I call Skip in the morning to see if he wants to join us, so he BARTs over from Berkeley and I pick him up in the Mission. We have some time to kill before the film, so I park by the windmill and we take stroll along Ocean Beach, and then back through the end of Golden Gate Park. It's a little cool, but not bad, and beautiful for a late November day. I definitely do not get down to the beach enough, despite being a short walk from it!
After picking up Terry and Carol we go to the local Balboa Theater for the film. Despite being less than a thousand feet from my door, I'd never been before. It's a cute old theater with old-time advertisements in lobby. Sadly, like many such old theaters, to make ends meet they'd cut the theater proper into two smaller theaters. The film we came to see is "For Your Consideration". The film is about what happens to an indie film's cast and crew when the Oscar buzz starts aroud their production "Home for Purim". Terry introduced me to the Christopher Guest mockumentary type films via "Waiting for Guffaman", and we saw "A Mighty Wind" together in 2003, and then saw the live show "A Mighty Wind Live" at the Warfield Theater at the end of that year, so we have these films in common. Although not shot in the documentary style as the other pictures, this one's very much in the same vein, and we have a good time with it. The ending's a little darker than the other films by this group, but perfectly attuned to the subject matter.
After dropping off Terry and Carol, Skip and I decide we are famished, and seek some post-cinema sustenance. I can tell I drank too much yesterday, because although Skip and I stop at Tommy's, my body is telling me "no drinks". Me? At Tommy's? And no tequila? Put me to bed now!
