The movie theatre was largely filled with 19 year old girls and middle aged women, with a couple of boy friends thrown in. Well, the theatre wasn't full, but those are the people who were there. I sat by myself because I arrived alone. Doing things alone is generally looked down on, or at least that's how I see things, but there's an exception if you're working on something. That's why it's ok to go to a coffee shop alone. Anyway, I don't really like seeing movies with people because they invariably talk and I hate that so much. I also don't understand why people will go to a theatre to sit next to other people. Maybe it's a communal thing. I don't get it. Anyway, when I got there I was the only person in the theatre but that didn't last too long.
I'm boring myself. The movie was pretty good. Had the typical Hollywood crap where everyone has a really nice house, or a regular house that looks like it's owned by a professional interior decorator. Maybe I only noticed this because I read some feminist reviews, some praising the movie and some blasting it, but the fat unattractive woman was the butt of most of the jokes. The audience loved the obvious jokes, like the ones with wacky names for genetalia.
Afterwards I had a total meltdown of sorts, going to Wal-Mart for the first time in a couple of years where I bought pizza and Oreos. Ate them while watching The Wire.
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