Bald exes.
 

WHere did their love go? And why would Sebby dip his balls in it?

Bald exes.
 

If it was poisoned it might kill crabs?

I think it would make a great Econ PhD thesis, or even a master's or undergrad thesis, to try to isolate the impact of "quality" of a movie (would probably have to be measured by pre-release survey data, critics' reviews and public (Rotten Tomatoes) reviews has on theatrical box office and DVD sale and rental performance. You could try to isolate that variable against drawing power of the actors (and director? producers? writer?), marketing budget, scope of release, and quality of the marketing campaign (necessarily very subjective, I know).

My guess is that a very good movie would outperform an average movie (with equivalently attractive actors and crew, equal marketing budget and quality of campaign, and an equal release pattern) by 8-10%, and an average movie would outperform a very poor movie by 15-20%.

Thoughts? Anyone want to run with this?

Mmmmm, popcorn.


ETA actually I don't even really like popcorn that much. Or ice cream.

Bald exes.
 

They were making "can't see your shoes" comments to each other. I assumed it was gentle, good-natured joshing between friends.

Bald exes.
 

That was a nod to a great old bit from The State.

There's No Place For Us
 

Popcorn sucks. I had munchies at the 40 Year Old Virgin on Saturday and wound up eating a few handfuls of the shit. Awful. Flavorless shiite.

The only thing worse is that motherfucking TIAA Cref commercial theme. As if academicians and artists didn't already have a reputation for being sackless emo fruitcakes - now they've got a fucking theme song that screams "eunuch." The implication of the ad is that people who work "the creative fields" are helpless, shrinking sorts who need specialized pension/investment help. What a silly stereotype.

You know the commercial... that annoying goddamned thing that whines "There's ... a... place... for ... us..." It might be more irritating than that "I don't wanna wait, for our lives to be over..." song, and I previously thought that unpossible.

Very Refreshing
 

You shoulda had the junior mints.

It's chocolate, it's
peppermint-- it's delicious!

There's No Place For Us
 

I still sneak in chocolate covered raisins and a drink. It actually wounds me to pay theatre prices, so I just don't do it.

There's No Place For Us
 

When you know you're going to the movies on a weekend, do you ever have the firm order fancy soda pop for the conference room and then sneak that out of the office and into the cinema?

There's No Place For Us
 

No one plans on going to the movies. It's a game-time decision. You end up going b/c you don't feel like going out.

There's No Place For Us
 

I felt like a total jackass this weekend, smuggling a pair of 20 ounce beers in my shorts. The guy taking tickets could clearly see I was smuggling drinks and probably figured "No use fucking with this red eyed moron in a fishing hat pulled down to his nose." I could barely see where I was walking (I have this theory that if you don't make eye contact with authorities, they'll never catch you doing anything wrong). My wife appropriately called me pathetic when the beer exploded all over my shirt when I opened it.

There's No Place For Us
 

I only (infrequently) bring a pint of bourbon to pour into my Diet Coke.

Although, when in college, we would often hide numerous beers in our winter coats. You can get at least 8 beers into a parka.

The Brew & View here (at the Vic) is great. The drinks are cheaper than bar prices and everybody gets riproaring drunk and yells at the screen. Good times if you've already seen the movie.

There's No Place For Us
 

I am disturbed that you view the guy taking tickets at the movie theater as an authority figure.

Bald exes.
 

Silly, naive girl that I am, I thought one of the benefits of being ignored was that the ignorer would be completely and totally uninterested in anything having to do with moi.