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.”
