Revolutionary Road

So I go to my independent theater last night, by myself, which is just so cool. I am fully aware of how cool this makes me. I manage to find parking which is a near miracle in River Oaks on a Saturday night around 7. I purchase my ticket (outside, just like in the movies) and go in, skipping on Coke (which I adore) because the ticket just cost me $9.50 and I'm a poor teacher for another 4 months. My movie is showing upstairs and to the right is what I'm told by the very polite and attractive man in the fun, fun hat standing at the stairway, so I go upstairs, silencing my phone, and notice that the upstairs bar (they have a BAR - how classy) is just THE place to be. Okay. Sit down four rows back because this is a tiny theater and there are probably 10 rows in the whole room, and manage to be just behind these three guys. Who have brought in their alcoholic beverages of choice (vodka). I can smell nothing else for the next 2 hours. Additionally, they seem to have lost their capacity for volume-monitoring, and soon the whole theater knows exactly what's on their minds (KATE WINSLET IS SO HOT! I KNOW!). Add to this the fact that each of them gets up at least twice (when you gotta go, you gotta go?) and one in particular has difficulty navigating his way through the row he is sitting in, with the result being a large popcorn spilled all over some poor man's lap and OH I'M SO SORRY I DIDN'T SEE YOU THERE!! and everyone rolling their eyes and shaking their heads and even some shhhing coming from the more feisty older patrons.

It was SO worth my $9.50. Even if the movie was nowhere near as good as the novel, as per usual.