You would expect Hollywood to have really good movie theaters, and we do. My favorite is the ArcLight Theater, which has big, cushiony seats with leg room, a fantastic sound system and large screens. It also features assigned seating, so you can pick your seat, but there really isn't a bad one in the house. One of the stranger features is the 21+ screenings, where you can drink alcohol from the bar, right in the theater. No smuggling it in... Which is really convenient.
JR and I went to see A Scanner Darkly at the ArcLight last night. It was 21+, so I got carded at the door, which makes me unbelievably happy these days. We had a few drinks at the bar before heading into the theater. After a long, horrible day of apartment hunting, we deserved a little relaxation. Now, I have never been much of a Richard Linklater fan. I hated those romantic crap-fests that he made with Ethan Hawke and that French chick. So the real draw to this film was the presence of its stars. I heart me some Keanu Reeves! And since the movie is about drugs, Linklater cleverly enlisted the Hollywood authorities on this subject, including Robert Downey Jr., Woody Harrelson and Winona Ryder. I was particularly jazzed about Winona because it is my theory that she is the Elizabeth Taylor of my generation, sans the multiple husbands. I hope this girl works until she is old, fat and crazy, too!
Anyway, the actual film was a mind fuck. I think this was due to the animated "rotoscope" thing they did. After staring at that for a few hours, reality gets twisted. Basically, the plot involves Keanu as an undercover agent who is so far undercover that he ends up being assigned to spy on himself. Oh, and he totally gets addicted to Substance D. I'm thinking the D stands for Drugs in general. The whole film is full of trippy metaphors and tweekers posing as thinkers. Now, in my reality, I'm tripping on Substance A, being Alcohol, watching this whole paranoid Big Brother freakfest go down. Am I in this movie or is this movie in me? Is this the best performance of Noni's career? Five years into my withdrawals, I became a major slut. Even if I could catch a beaver, I have no idea how to cook one.
So, yeah. I don't recommend drinking during your scan. It clicks the wheel, but the song never plays. Are the hemispheres of my brain competing? I have no idea, but if they are, they better keep it down because if I have to come up there...