Danimal shared a free ticket with me last night for the Leonard Cohen biopic--a little heavy on the Bono--but overall very enjoyable.
The experience:
Crowded theater = seats in the second row.
Too much U2. And Bono says "chasm" as in "chhhhasihhm." (Ali, I'm sorry. But you will love it.) Why do I want to rip the sunglasses from his smiling Irish eyes?
Everyone is huge. HUGE. Not sure how much that has to do with sitting in the second row.
Martha Wainwright has such a lovely voice. At first I did not appreciate its simultaneous smallness and maturity. But I could have stuffed her into my bag, if it had not been full of saltine crackers and Sharpies.
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2 comments:
I wish I was as important as everyone in that movie thought themselves to be.
it's ok, i can take it. much like the movie, the guy seems like one of those friends who'd take over a dinner/party/conversation with endless stories and comments and rowdiness. especially if he'd had a pint or three. if you feel the need to rip sunglasses off of someone, you can try mine; their actually kind of wrap-around-like...in a bono sort of way.
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