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Yesterday Laney and I met up at AMC Pacific Place to see
28 Years Later, which I both enjoyed and was a little disappointed by. The final scene is bonkers-stupid, which really sullied the stuff in the rest of the film that worked really well. In the end: solid B. It would have been at minimum a B+ without that stupid ending.
Laney and I did our double feature of the first two movies,
28 Days Later and
28 Weeks Later on May 24: three weeks ago. Laney has been especially excited to go see this movie, and has talked about it a lot in the time since we had that double feature. Honestly I think maybe she even over-hyped it a bit in her mind. We both really agreed that the final scene was a bizarre tonal shift and that it was bad.
It's too bad, because a lot of the rest of the film was really compelling. It was certainly the most beautifully shot in the franchise so far, one sequence in particular. If there is any true tradition in all of these films, it's a bevy of unanswered questions. Was the pregnant lady-zombie impregnated before or after she was infected? (I am assuming before, given the baby was not infected, but the movie never makes this clear.) Did the filmmakers consult any actual doctors when making this movie? Laney asked: do the men who made this movie know the difference between a placenta and a uterus? (Although, upon further research, I think the line "The miracle of the placenta" made more sense than Laney thought.)
Anyway. I had ridden my bike to the theater from work, but walked it with Laney as far as Broadway before I then rode the rest of the way home again. Shobhit had pasta ready for dinner but was gone for his stage reading rehearsal—the performance is tomorrow—when I got home; I ate while working on my review, which I posted the link to on my socials just after 9:00. I did my exercises and washed dishes and got ready for bed, and was in bed not long after that.
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I just finished up with my Zoom lunch with Karen, which was a really fun conversation, dominated almost entirely by talking about Shobhit's and my trip to Washington, D.C. Karen has never lived in D.C. but as someone previously on the U.S. Access Board and who still regularly goes to national conferences there, she is perhaps more familiar with D.C. than anyone else I know. She had many recommendations, and we did multiple things I never would have thought to do without her suggesting it, including the
Renwick Gallery and the
Apple Carnegie Library. She told me she has been to
the rooftop bar Shobhit and I checked out many times (though she did not realize it was called "VUE," she just thought of it as the Washington Hotel—which it also is).
She also evidently had a particularly fun time reading my travelogues, for all the above reasons—but had especially nice things to say about
Part Two, its focus on World Pride, and especially what I wrote in it about how glad I was to have been there, in spite of fears about being there that others had on my behalf, which I knew all along to be unfounded. So, I had to tell her much of the captions in that travelogue were lifted directly (and also expanded) from a piece I submitted to the
Seattle Gay News, and which I know for certain now will be published in next week's Pride edition of the
Seattle Gay News. In fact, she
shared a post on Facebook last Saturday during the No Kings Protests, with one of the photos I had sent the SGN, of someone holding a poster of drag queens that read, NO KINGS, JUST QUEENS! (That had been at the World Pride International Rally + March on Washington for Freedom that was on Sunday, June 8.)
Karen then had to leave a bit early due to an appointment she had to get to. And that gave me just enough time, about ten minutes, to write up the last part of this post! Now I need to get back to work.
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