I wrote 47 questions today, and felt pretty good about it, and ended up rewarding me with a viewing of Letters from Iwo Jima, for its last showing in Baltimore tonight. The jaunt off to the theater started off annoyingly, as somehow I didn't realize until I was in that area that I didn't really know where the Rotunda was.
If there's any part of Baltimore I know almost nothing about, it's Hamden. I need directions to Cafe Hon. And, lo and behold, the Rotunda is in Hamden. I barely even knew that.
But I found it, 40 minutes after I left the house. And, of course, they did not take a Visa debit card, so I had to go around the little podunk mall area to find an ATM, and then back to the theater, where I found my friends after several brighter scenes flashed across and I could scan the theater. Yes, I was that guy. I found them about five minutes after I got in there.
The movie was good. Pretty much standard issue war movie, though. Up there in the league with Saving Private Ryan, and only mildly interesting and different because it told the story from the other perspective. Still, a nice job by all - certainly a comeback from Million Dollar Baby for Mr. Eastwood, who is still a heavy-handed director but at least had a better script to work with. It made me want to see Flags of our fathers, which I believe I received this weekend via Netflix.
And so it goes. Two hour delay tomorrow.
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