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I took myself to see
It Was Just An Accident yesterday. It was good enough that I might think it had a chance to make it on my Top 10 for the year, except that this is the second film I've seen this year by a (different) Iranian director to shoot a film in secret in Iran. I think
The Seed of the Sacred Fig has a better chance of making the list, although I could change my mind. This one is kind of really sticking with me, the way it unsettles and then sticks in the consciousness.
Unfortunately it was not playing at any AMC theaters in the area at all, let alone Pacific Place downtown. It
was playing at the SIFF Cinema Uptown on Lower Queen Anne. I was kind of surprised by the ease with which I got there: I had only to walk up to 3rd and Pike, catch a #13 bus, and I don't think the bus ride was any more than about 10 minutes. It might even have been a couple minutes less had I been able to time it to catch a RapidRide D bus, but the 13 came first. It's easy to think of the Uptown as far more accessible from the old office location, except it took at least that long just to walk from there, so in terms of timing it's kind of a wash.
The showtime was at 4:15, though. I had a meeting that was annoyingly scheduled last-minute between 3:30 and 4:00, but ending the meeting by 3:55 was very helpful. When it comes to catching public transit, every minute counts and can make al the difference.
The thing that surprised me most was attendance at this movie. I was in the auditorium with a
capacity of 270, and my best guess was that the house was half full. That would mean probably around 135 people. At a 4:15 showing on a Tuesday! I mean, granted, the film has
an extraordinary 92 rating on MetaCritic (
The Seed of the Sacred Fig has
84), so clearly its reputation precedes it. It's still an international film and those don't tend to bring in blockbuster numbers, especially in the post-pandemic era.
The crowd certainly skewed older. One lady kept annoying the audience with a ringing cell phone she apparently couldn't figure out how to turn off.
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The only other thing of note to tell is that I went to my consultation appointment this morning, about the removal of the small epidermoid cyst on my back. It sounds like a very quick and simple procedure, and if circumstances were better they could have taken it out while I was there today. The only problem was they apparently have only one operating room and there was an urgent procedure for someone else being done at the moment. There was no availability later this afternoon, but I have a work meeting this afternoon I'd rather be able to attend anyway. It was already postponed from last week.
Shobhit came to meet me at the office, and walked over to Virginia Mason with me. He wanted to be at this appointment with me, mostly because he worries enough for the both of us, I think. He kept imagining a procedure that was more significant than I had already gathered it to be, and suggesting I take the rest of the day off if I were to have the procedure done today—which I knew would not be necessary. Still, I was good with having him there, as he would still ask relevant questions I hadn't thought of.
My biggest takeway from this was how minor this issue really is, and still, counting my primary care physician, Dr. Means, by the end of the appointment today I had
five different doctors look at this small bump on my back. Granted, this is only because when I made the appointment specific to this cyst removal, Dr. Means had not been available, so that was where the second and third doctors came in. (Dr. Means had already seen it once, at my quarterly appointment in June.) I saw a doctor in residency, who then took his findings to the primary doctor, who then agreed with the first doctor's takeaways. That was in the regular doctor's office; but the exact same thing repeated today, with two more doctors: a doctor in residency, and then the surgeon, a woman who will be doing the actual procedure. Shobhit seemed thrilled just because today's doctor in residency, a young man who looked to be in his early thirties, was really cute. Shobhit peppered him with questions about where he was from and where he went to school.
Anyway. The appointment has been made: I'll get this annoying cyst removed on Monday, November 17. Jennifer's birthday! This will be how I celebrate her turning 48. The appointment is at 3:30 so that makes it an easy thing to do on my way home from work that day.
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[posted 12:33pm]
