I went to see The Good German at the Somerville. Shown in the big, classic, gilded theater. Glad I didn't rush to the crappy-plex in Harvard Square. I'm not sure how interesting this film is for non-Clooney fans or non-film buffs. The plot is too (post?)modern to really work with the retro style. A few too many shades of grey to be properly expressed in Black & White, perhaps?
Contrary to your betting pools, the only illicit activities I engaged in were resting my legs on the chair in front of me, and sneaking in an illegal soda. (They do not offer no-sugar AND no-caffiene soda at their concession. If they did, I'd buy it from them. No, decaf coffee and tea are insufficiently fizzy.) I also snuck in a crepe from the NOT-SOMEDAY-DAMMIT, but... wasn't hungry enough to eat something that sloppy in the dark. "Immoral, Illegal and Fattening" had rather over-celebrated our "Gluttony" win the night before. Being one of the few team members who avoided the gluttony part of the Hunt (I was in the middle of an Arisia panel at the time), I happily devoured pizza AND ordered dessert. It was a long time before I got even a little hungry the next day. (The crepe was still decent despite having sat and cooled for 2 hours.)
Today, I managed to watch The Peacemaker while waiting for my agency to call back. (It worked! I have a short contract starting tomorrow! YAY!) Realizing how much Russian I've forgotten (er, ya zabwila?) was a bit of a bummer. However, hearing George Clooney shouting my first name over and over again did give me that warm squishy feeling. (Ok, maybe it was getting income again, and knowing that the holiday slump is over.)
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