Yeah, we did. But only just. I’ve heard of movies and I’ve heard of talkies. This was both, and not in the traditional way of thinking. The Hugh Grant and Sarah Jessica Parker film was down to two performances a day – already – and we expected little resistance at the cinema. Hah. Queue reaching out to the square, and then surprisingly most of the hooligans seemed to want our film, instead of one of the explosive, bloody ones on offer.
Cinema was full of chattering 14-year-olds with no sense whatsoever. Didn’t hear much of the speaking at the beginning of the film, so it moved but didn’t talk. If you get my drift. But, and I can barely believe this, cinema staff hung out and told the idiots off, and eventually moved the talkers out and left the rest of us to watch and listen normally.
Hugh Grant looks old these days and I can’t decide if the man can act or simply does himself over and over again. They just needed a British gent who could say witty things, which he did. I’ve never seen SJP in anything and refuse to write her long name here. She was OK. These two separated, but still married people end up spending time together in Wyoming under the witness protection scheme after witnessing a murder in SJP’s beloved native New York.
And I might almost want to do that too, if I get to stay with Lee Scoresby and wife and his by now sun tanned Iorek Byrnison in the woods. Lots of jokes based on what to do when face-to-face with a bear. Riding lessons and shooting lessons for the townies.
This is life in your typical small town America. The kind where you miss the town the first time and need to drive through it again just to see. They vote Republican, but are OK in the end. Too many moustaches and guns, but OK.
Luckily the Morgans get to return to New York and the tender services of PAs Jackie and Adam. Sweet but clueless.