Thanks everyone for your kind birthday wishes! I had a lovely day, and my Sky Scarf is off to a good start with nice shades of blue mixed with a bit of white.
Last night, as a sort of a wrap-up to my birthday weekend, Jay and I decided to go to see the movie Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy. We are not big movie goers, and usually have completely different tastes in what we want to watch. But we had both read and enjoyed the book by John Le Carre a number of years ago so thought this might be something we would both like.
Before we even left the house it was clear we don't venture out together in the evening very often. David and Alexandra were both out so this meant the house was going to be empty while we were at the movie. Jay wanted to lock the doors but I pointed out we didn't know if either of the kids had house keys. I also pointed out the chances of being robbed were fairly slim given we live sandwiched between two RCMP officers.
Jay is a city boy through and through. He grew up in a home where you locked the doors. I am a country girl. I grew up in a home where, on the rare occasions you did lock the door, you left the key in an obvious place so if the neighbours needed something they could get in. In the end we compromised. We left the house unlocked, but took Jay's car parked on the street and left the Subaru in the driveway to fool any potential thieves.
I tried to warn Jay that because the movie was playing at the old Paramount Theatre there was no need to arrive more than a minute before the show started. Jay, having never been to the Paramount, didn't believe me so we arrived at the theatre a full 30 minutes before the show. This meant we were subjected to a half hour of Hollywood drivel and ads, interspersed with full screen warnings to "Look around, these are the people you will be disturbing if you text or talk during the show."
The first time the warning came on I burst out laughing as I did a visual sweep of the cavernous old theatre.
We were the only two people in the place. However, when the second warning flashed I was no longer laughing. Not because the place had suddenly filled with people. It hadn't. I was no longer laughing because that was the moment I remembered I had left the little portable heater running in my upstairs bathroom.
Great. I didn't need to worry about disturbing anyone if my cell phone went off, but now I needed to worry about the house burning down. That is, if the thieves didn't rob us blind first. Even if we managed to escape any thieves in our neighbourhood, there was the theft that occurred at the theatre.
Jay decided to go get a popcorn and a drink. My warning that theatre popcorn and pop consistently make the list of the top ten worst foods you can eat did not slow him down for even a minute. When he returned holding just a pop I thought maybe he had listened to me after all. It turns out the ad on the screen that he thought said drinks were 50 cents turned out to really say you could super size your drink for 50 cents. The small pop he was holding in his hands had cost him $4.50. I am still not clear why he bought it when he found out how much it was going to cost. Shock I suppose.
Moving to the show itself...It seemed fitting that a movie set in the early 1970s should be playing at the Paramount since that theatre's sound system and seats date from roughly the same time period. The atmosphere in this old theatre meant one could feel immersed in the story even if you couldn't always make out the mangled words coming from the speakers. Please keep in mind what follows is not a movie review. Consider it more of a movie warning. An actual review would have to be longer than the two words I have to say about this film.
There are just some books (most actually) that should never be made into a movie. Towards the end I was thinking I would rate it a 2 out of 10 out of the generosity of my heart, and then....SPOILER ALERT....
It turned out Colin Firth was the bad guy. Automatic 0.
The movie might have been a 0, but the entertainment factor for the evening was definitely a 10. I still feel like laughing every time I think about looking around at the rows and rows of empty seats while dire warnings about refraining from texting and talking rolled across the cracked old screen. And on a purely educational front I learned something important last night. Clearly we both need to get out more.