Smart People

So I was planning to stay home tonight to work on myself (if a guy ever tells you that, it means he’s boffing someone else).

But I got a last minute invite and went to see Smart People (at the Laemmle Regency where tickets before 6pm are only $3:50 and $6 normally).

I went into hysterics. I was louder than a hundred black men.

I couldn’t breathe.

My date was hushing me. People in the theater were turning around to look at me.

I was yelling at the screen "Oy ve!" Occasionally, I let loose with the f-word and "Watch out!"

I don’t know what came over me.

I didn’t sleep last night.

So I felt kinda drunk tonight.

I couldn’t stop cracking up.

I don’t know why but the sight of naked man ass just makes me scream with laughter.

The last time I went this nuts over a movie was 1999’s Walk on the Moon.

Evan Gahr emails: “I found the characters depressing and the supposedly witty dialogue quite pedestrian. The characters
were so self-absorbed they lacked any sense of irony, which made the movie all the more
unfunny.”