Go to England and Sit in the Dark
See a movie in the UK? “Bah!” I said. “Not unless it’s a peculiar screening of an archaic gem at some art house in Edinburgh.” Once again, I demonstrate that I don’t know shit about nothing. Unable to get any screen in the States to show any two frames of Michael Winterbottom’s Code 46, I’m now planning on catching it at a cinema in Notting Hill. (If it surprises you to know that I’ll fly thousands of miles to a foreign country to see a futuristic detective movie, then we haven’t been properly introduced.) If nothing else, I’ll do this because seeing a movie seems like the proper punctuation between a day of used bookstores and an evening at the pub with my new bride, like a two-hour em dash.