No No Noah........

I give an enthusiastic thumbs down for Margot at the wedding. It was a post modern mess, with no plot, no story line, and no resolutions. The characters were manic and cold but oddly relatable. The movie had no natural climax so the writer shuffled in a handful of random disturbing scenes that evoked unnatural reactions of shame and pity. Better luck next time Noah….The movie lackluster and stale left less of an impression than building that I watched the movie in….

Driving into Bryn Mar, in four cylinders of Japanese pride. The houses were excessive and showy but empty. Standing dormant like sleepy giants they sat on hills like Kings reigning over thrones of peasants. The sign to the movie theater which was meant to be classics felt gaudy, bright, and unwarranted. The yellow and red lights smashed into each other for another one night stand...Green with envy the bright green lights jealousy watched with tired watchful eyes. The movie theatre was tired but vibrant as it held together the vital strands of the town’s history. The worn weathered glass wrapped around the brick like a veil. Theatre 1 was long and narrow like an escalator it kept revolving through the black room. The popcorn was soft and soggy from the butter, I didn’t use salt because I didn’t want anything to drink. The bathroom tiles were cracked and brown from years of nonchalant cleaning from high school employees unimpressed with minimum wage.