A crevice through which the infinite peeps out

I can't believe it's September 26, can you? Much less that it's a Saturday, but it is.

Last night's movie is over, I'm sorry to say. 2-thumbs up!

I watched it in a little theatre not much bigger than my living room, which isn't a big room at all by the way. There were 7 of us, an evening show. We all got there early.

They had trouble starting the preview for some reason; or rather, it started and then stopped, started and stopped, started and stopped. I don't know why they call previews, 'trailers,' but they do and so everyone else calls them trailers now as well even though they come first, before the feature presentation.

I walked into the lobby to complain. The guy behind the counter, seeing my bag of popcorn was half-full, asked if I wanted more popcorn. "We appreciate our customers," he said, "we want them to be happy."

I said yes. He re-filled my bag with free popcorn.

By the time I walked back into the theatre, the feature movie was just beginning.

The story was fairly original--a teenage girl in crises is sent to live with her uncle, presumably a trusted family member, in Juneau, Alaska. Both her uncle and his best friend rape her, and she spends the rest of the movie escaping from them.

The movie began predictably and became more and more less predictable, which made it seem almost like real life. The conclusion was and is a positive one, a sense of justice attained, though the undertone is bittersweet.

Some of us cried near the end. I won't say who or name names or say anything else that might spoil the movie for you who may be reading this.

The movie was good enough to bring up questions about the difference between the written word and pure cinema. There wasn't a lot of dialog, though the story was well-told.

As much as I admire movies I believe that reading takes me into the time I'm most human, the time that's best for me.