Movie Details
| Title: | Never Let Me Go | |
| Director: | Mark Romanek | |
| Year: | 2010 | |
| Genre: | Female Cinema | |
| Times Seen: | 1 | |
| Last Seen: | 09.27.10 |
Other Movies Seen By This Director (1)
- Static
| Date Viewed | Venue | Note |
| 09.27.10 | Alamo South Lamar | This Screening is part of event: FantasticFest 2010 You know... I like Mark Romanek a lot. It's just a shame that I don't really care for his movies. Who knows, this could be good but it's so far outside my area of interest that I was pretty bored by it. For me, the emotions never resonated and I suspect Romanek is just too intellectual to pull it off. Who knows if he'll ever make a movie I really love but I am still primed for it. Since so much time has passed, I can't really think of anything else to say about this. It's already left my memory. I can share an anecdote though that happened at some point during the fest. It was an early show on an early day... and although there was no verbal confirmation I figured i'd be a good guy and save my buddy Ryan a seat. So people are filtering in and I have to deny several people waiting for Ryan and he never shows! I know he's seeing this movie so i look around and see him down in front way off to the side. I figure I should go over and tell him that I have a seat for him so i go to flip under the bar table and somehow dump a full large glass of ice water directly into my face. Shockingly cold, completely saturating my entire face, half my shirt, and one entire pant leg. A full house of festival-goers waiting for the show to start sees me, hears the cup empty itself into me and spray ice cubes all over the floor. I dash over to Ryan - at least I can tell him about his seat now - and he says he's ordered food and prefers to stay there. ugh. I go into the men's room and try to dry off while Harry Knowles cracks a joke at me while waiting for the handicapped stall. I figure I had a decision to make: cower home and dry up or return to the theater and eat the pride. fuck it. Miraculously, i didn't get the dude sitting next to me wet. deep puddles are still on the floor and the table just for my seat. it was almost like in the comics where a single rain cloud douses one guy in the middle of a crowd. I spent the next two movies drying off, telling the story to anyone who'd listen in an attempt to own the humiliation. Looking back I feel almost good about the whole ordeal, although you know... i wouldn't recommend it. |
