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I found a new movie to go see last night! It was because of a podcast interview I listened to, with the director, and it was such a different approach to a slasher horror movie—something I almost never would have any interest in—it actually sounded intriguing to me. Plus: it's actually playing locally.
I rode my bike home first, fed Guru, then rode my bike back downtown to Pacific Place in time for the 5:40 showing. Shobhit wasn't home; he had a day off and had walked to Howell Beach Park for what I presumed to be nude sunbathing.
The movie was called
In a Violent Nature, and it was . . .
basically fine. Solid B. Fascinating premise, badly written dialogue, unusually good cinematography. The absence of any score, in favor of ambient noises of the forest, was a choice. For me, it was a movie worth foing to theater to check out.
It was a relief just to find such a thing. It was the second of only two such movies, both either low budget indie or a foreign film, I managed to find to go see in the past week. The next week appears to be even more grim: although last weekend saw no major studio release at all, the single such movie opening this weekend was
Bad Boys Ride or Die, and . . . fuck
that shit. (I actually might have held my nose and gone to see it, except that the Will Smith slap at the Oscars in 2022 has permanently turned me off of him. I would not have expected the new movie to be good regardless; the last one,
Bad Boys for Life,
was bad.)
Anyway, I can't find anything more worth going to see in theaters at all between now and Tuesday when Shobhit and I leave for Toronto. I have actually considered going to see
Furiosa a second time even though I also only gave that one a solid B, but I've heard from podcasters on this one as well, that it plays better on rewatch. Still, I don't know if it's worth the time. I have plenty scheduled over the weekend otherwise: a Movie Night with Alexia tomorrow (taking place in my condo rather than hers, it being our first Movie Night after she moved to Issaquah); Happy Hour with Laney on Saturday. I have nothing planned for Sunday. I suppose I could see if Alexia would be up for us coming out to see her place? It may be too soon.
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I rode my bike back home again after the movie last night, and when I got to the lobby of my building, a fairly short guy who appeared to be of South Asian descent—but spoke with an American accent—asked if I could let him into the gym because he left his keys inside, after assuring me he lives in the building.
He clearly could sense some reticense on my part, but I went ahead and opened the door to the gym for him. "You can watch me get them," he said, and so I did: he did indeed have a Braeburn fob.
I don't know why it has to be so awkward to ride elevators with strangers in America, but it often is. This one was more awkward than usual because of that interaction that just happened, and then we both waited for the elevator together in silence. But, he broke the silence by pointing at my bike helmet and asking if I had just gone on a bike ride.
I told him I had ridden home from work, then to a theater to see a movie, then home again. He was clearly just trying to engage in small talk: "Nice. So much better than traffic." I was just like: "Yep." Then we rode the elevator in silence, except for when he got off on the third floor and told me to have a good evening.
So then I went to the fourth floor, to my condo, had some of the dinner Shobhit had prepared—I decided to sit and eat that at the coffee table with him in the living room. Then I went to write my review, after which it was after 9:00 and the evening was basically spent.
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[posted 12:32 pm]
