It's Downtime Tuesday again! Woohoo!
I walked home from work yesterday, making two stops along the way, both at movie theatres: Cinerama first, to get a ticket to see the 5:15 showing of Alfonso Cuarón's Roma on Thursday. It will be available on Netflix like a week later, but everything I have ready about it suggests it commands viewing on the big screen. Curiously, it's also playing at the Crest in Shoreline for only $4 a ticket, but that's a long bus ride for a showtime at 6:45, which means I would get back home with no time to write the review before going to bed. I don't go to Cinerama very often anymore as it is, and it does remain my favorite movie theatre in Seattle if the gauge is the viewing experience (the Egyptian would be my favorite for ease of use and proximity to home; Pacific Place would be my favorite for value, given my AMC Stubbs A-List monthly membership). So, I paid a whopping $17 for that ticket. I did also stop at the Egyptian as well, to get a ticket to the 7:30 showing of The Favourite tomorrow night. I'll be seeing it again with Laney two Fridays later, but I am more excited for that movie than arguably any other movie left to come out this month (or this year), although Mary Poppins Returns comes close -- that one has great potential to disappoint me in a way no other movie does, however.
Anyway! I then came home and decided I would finally use the box of veggie chicken I brought home as a sample from work too long ago. It was still fine, but it also was probably in our best interests to use it. So, I made stir fried rice for dinner, while Shobhit was at his eye doctor appointment. I split in half what I fried, so I could make Shobhit's as spicy as could be: I added one chopped fresh jalapeño; several shakes of red pepper flakes; and a few drops of a super-hot bottle of hot sauce. And guess what? Shobhit still added some spicy pickle condiment thing to it when he got home! Jesus Christ. He did tell me it was really good, at least.
We then watched the new Coen Brothers movie, also available only on Netflix: The Ballad of Buster Scruggs. It's six short vignettes when taken together make for a 133-minute run time. The Coens are among my all-time favorite filmmakers, and I would place this one . . . I suppose, in the middle of their lesser half, if I had to rank all their movies. I really liked the opening piece, with the undefeated cowboy with the chipper attitude as he killed people left and right, but with a pace only the Coens can manage. None of the rest of the vignettes quite matched the immediacy of that first narrative, however, and I sort of felt like the rest of the movie offered diminishing returns. It was spectacularly shot and very well acted across the board, as tends always to be the case with the Coen Brothers.
It's a beautiful day today -- but, cold. It must have been in the thirties when I was walking to work from the downtown bus stop this morning; of course Scott had to one-up that when I mentioned how fucking cold it was outside by saying, "It's warmer here than in Sammamish! It's about ten degrees colder there." Whatever! In Seattle, mid-thirties is still super cold. Hell, if it's wet enough, low forties feels like it's cutting you to the bone.
It's not wet today, though. Which is probably why our forecast high is only 41°. And the National Weather Service has our lows in the twenties the next three nights in a row. We might have to actually turn our heat on soon. Shobhit always resists that even more than I do, because it jacks up our electricity bill so much.
But, Alicia and I have already made plans for an afternoon walk at 2:45, which I always enjoy. I'm looking forward to it. For now I guess it's time to get back to work.
[posted 12:27 pm]