We are so goddamn old

So... Ashley and I went to Studio 35 tonight, the plan being to see Failure to Launch, V For Vendetta, and Dazed and Confused. By the way, we have determined that while it was not the strangest movie we'd ever seen, Failure to Launch may be the wackiest movie ever committed to film. I can't find a screencap of Terry Bradshaw's bare ass, which may have been the highlight of the entire film, but suffice to say, it was great. The movie itself was something you've seen a thousand times before, but fuck it, I liked it well enough.

V For Vendetta was up next, and a week after seeing a movie where Countess Elizabeth Bathory was the main event heel, we get a film where Guy Fawkes is the top babyface. I thought about this for way too long. I also paid too much attention to people far away from us laughing and clapping randomly throughout the movie. I'm going to have to see this again while not drunk, for sure.

Now we come to the purpose of the post. About halfway through V, Ashley asked "Are we ever going to watch a late movie again?" We hadn't discussed it, but I had no reason to object. I did not want to sit in that theater for another hour and a half, period. Why? We're 23 years old, in the prime of our life. And we can't sit there and watch a classic Linklater film? Old, sad, lame, jerks we are. So pathetic.

I don't know what can be done about it, but from April 21-27, Oldboy, one of my favorite movies of the decade, is the late movie at 35, and I don't care what I have to do; I'm going to stay and watch it. Who wants to support me on this?


Hey, Oh Dae-su, can you believe those pussies walked out on Ben Affleck with a paddle? What a couple of bitches.