Saturday, September 07, 2013
Went to see The Butler tonight -- and it's a pretty interesting movie! (And: I won't comment on the politics of it. Because: as a Canajun I should probably just stay out of it, since it's not about my own political history. I cannot possibly understand it. Even though I lived through almost all of it.)
So, excellent acting and production aside . . . and given how long it's been since I went to the movies . . . what really struck me? How incredibly rancid and unappealing the popcorn smelled.
Hurray!! No desire whatsoever to have any. Yuck. Greasy and salty and yuck. Didn't want it then and don't want to wake up tomorrow feeling all greasy and stuffed and dehydrated and yuck.
I was actually repelled by the bucket size containers all around me and the rhythmic chomping noises and did I mention the smell? (Sorry, I know it's even more attractive to be so judgmental . . . sorry sorry sorry. I did not broadcast my reaction by even the flicker of an eyelid. I did not).
But bottom line (if you'll pardon the expression): what a huge relief it is not to want popcorn at the movies!