For the first time in a very long time, I went to the movies on a Friday night. Some of my “fancy pants elitist” friends dragged me – kicking and screaming – to the opening of Fahrenheit 911. I hadn’t been in the dark with so many people at one time since …well …never. Too many people. Beyond capacity, I would say. So I insisted on sitting next to the exit – to make a quick getaway.
Movies are expensive. 10 Bucks for popcorn! And I don’t even get to see some skin or hear a little dirty talk? That’s why I bring my grandmother purse. It’s big yet stylish. I had a couple of Capri-Suns, chocolate covered raisins, peanut butter cups, nachos with cheese and the theatre had a special of $1 hot dogs. I was set. Now, why was I there? Oh yeah, the movie….
One word: kinky. Doesn’t seem like the right adjective for a documentary about the current Administration does it? Here’s my take: You just can’t have this much secrecy and collusion (if you believe Michael Moore) without somebody getting naked and doing the nasty – a lot – a whole lot.
Seriously though it’s a good movie. If you are dating some intellectual woman who wants to save the trees or whatever we’re supposed to be saving nowadays, you will most certainly get lucky afterward. And if you are dating some cold-hearted Republican shrew who thinks child labor laws are passe not only in China but here too, she’ll be so mad after watching this movie – it’s a guarantee you’ll get lucky. I became pretty excited myself.
Good movie to watch if you want to get laid afterward.
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