Just blowing through free movie passes
I think I've seen six movies already this week, with one more tonight and Sin City this weekend, which is a lot, even by my standards. But when they line up like that, they line up like that.

First, Monday at 4pm I get an email saying I've got two free passes to a preview of Dot the i. Woo-hoo! At 7pm that evening, so if you want to use them both... I guess Chet and I aren't actually dating if I don't have his mobile number memorized, or at least written down in the address book I keep in my purse. So I call Kate, she's up for it, and we meet at the Kendall.

She said she and Carter went to a Celtics game Friday night. The Celts lost, and it was a big noisy NBA game. Not Kate's thing, but definitely Carter's, and Kate figures that he was trying to reassert himself, doing his thing, not something girly. She doesn't think he realizes he was doing it, for that reason, but when did Kate ever strike him as a spectator sports girl? She puts up with baseball because, living in Boston, she must, and besides, you can go to a game and just sort of hang with your friends, talking and stuff, until you see some quick motion out of the corner of your eye, and then you give the game your full attention.

Hey, I said, the male ego's a fragile thing. Mine's obviously been ground to paste.

She laughs at that, saying that it works for me. Whatever. Still, she says, it's fun to go to sports with guys even if you're not into the game, because they are, and when they don't go over the line into stupid, there's this really hot masculinity about them. That even though Carter's not the most alpha of males now...

"Hey!"

... she smiles because this is obviously going to become a recurring bit between us. Anyway, she says, as long as he doesn't lose control, that makes him hot.

So, I said, it sounds like your hormones are fully in control of any irritation at not being told the whole situation earlier.

Well, they serve beer at sporting events, so it was pretty easy to temporarily take the edge off. She says it's funny, or maybe it won't be to me, but she thinks it's easier to handle because she knows Carter was Sam for much of last year. Like, if things were simpler, it would be weird, but now she's sort of able to think of Carter as not really tied to any body.

I say that is weird as the movie starts.

Anyway, good movie, I marked down that I found the female lead hotter than the male lead, although that would be reversed later in the week when I was watching Point Blank as part of the Brattle's "L.A. Noir" series. I guess it's the whole Lee Marvin being a man's man while Gael Garcia Bernal is kind of, well, pretty (and Natalia Verbeke just oozes sex while Angie Dickenson kind of seemed bored).

Speaking of the L.A. Noir series, I miss the Brattle's old "vertical" schedule. Before, if there was a rep series I was interested in, I'd just be able to schedule around Tuesdays for a month or so; now I'm pretty much having a week eaten.

And with that, it's time to go see To Live and Die in L.A.

-Martina
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