It's beginning to become a thing. Yet again this past weekend, the 'Fesser and the cinetrix hit up the local two-buck theater to see an Oscar winner that'd come out on DVD earlier in the week. Two bucks, big screen equals cheaper and larger than watching a movie at home, so why not?
Our feature presentation was No Country for Old Men, which had somehow eluded us. OK, to be honest, I'd developed a total block about this film and kept weaseling out of chances to watch it. See, the cinetrix still hasn't recovered from the psychic scarring left by the final act of Blood Simple ages ago, and she was dreading feeling that tense twist of suspense ratcheting ever tighter in her gut.
Which it did, leaving me as limp and spent as a wet dishrag. Fuckin' Coen brothers.
Woody Harrelson must be cutting his pot with Botox--brother looks younger than he did on Cheers.
