A caveat: I swear, you guys, this is just how my life goes.
So the cinetrix is slipping into the wee auditorium at the end of the hall at the Arlington Capitol for the second half of her self-designed dysFUNctional double feature, Rachel Getting Married. It's a narrow little box of a room and filling up fast, so I opt for the full-on shock and awe seat near the front. Which means the folks behind me are no longer in the "front" row. So I twist in my seat and announce to the couple, "Don't worry, I slouch."
The woman's response makes my heart leap up. She says that she goes to the movies for the experience of seeing them in the company of other people. I reply that I wish my students understood that, and we're off. Where do I teach? her companion asks. What's my specialty? I hem and haw and talk about pop music in film, surely a good match with the diegetic onslaught of music to come in Rachel Getting Married.
Which is when the man says that he produced Thelonius Monk, Straight No Chaser. Moreover, he produced the Boetticher doc in the box set that has film junkies slavering. Yep, I managed to sit in front of Bruce Ricker. I just wish I was able to hear what he and Kate [I think?] had to say about the music after the movie.
