Ketchup. I am quite behind in my 2002 film viewing, so the next seven days will be my opportunity to see a number of newly released films that I've been wanting to see but have yet not. My tentative schedule:
Today: Signs, after bell practice; since I'm nearly alone in believing that Unbreakable was superior to The Sixth Sense, my reaction'll be interesting.
Wednesday: nothing.
Thursday: Minority Report, in what seems to be its last day in Richmond.
Friday: Neil LaBute's Possession, assuming it's released in Richmond; I'd give me being able to see it about a 60/40 shot.
The four-hour Lagaan on DVD.
Saturday: Panic Room at the cheap show in Charlottesville.
Sunday: Late Marriage in D.C., if it's still around.
Time Out in D.C., if it's still around.
oh so lovingly written by
Matthew |
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.
