Boarding All Rows
Boy, I feel like the last person on earth to see SoaP. Today C and I even happened to catch a rerun of the Daily Show where SLJ was the guest, doing his best DANCE MOTHERFUCKER DANCE for the crowd. But! We've got the folks lined up. We already had to reschedule once due to a certain housewarming party being thrown next Saturday, but the "hell yes!" and the "I can't believe you're spending your hard-earned American dollars on that" responses have gone around, and the roommates and I managed to create a group appropriately big enough to brown bag it to the semi-early Saturday showing, followed by intense philosophical discussions in Adrian's artsy studio, at which time, all will be right with the world.
Of course, I manage to retain my excitement despite the movie being ruined (ruined!) by certain DCist editors who gave away key parts involving urinating and "snake vision," thus turning an otherwise delightful brunch into panic-show of me covering my ears and yelling "LA LA LA LA!" Don't tell me how it ends, guys, I want to be surprised! Still, I'm encouraged by Kyle's proclaimation, "It's like porn: they get right to the action." Sweet.
Also, the first great 9/11 movie? You mean they'll be more?! Sequel!