Why I don't Like Art Movies

"Are we in the right theatre?"

We tried to peer at the tickets in the pitch-black of the movie theatre. This theatre was REALLY dark. Not just theres-a-night-scene-on-the-screen dark: porno theatre dark.

Not to mention the older, single men seated by themselves throughout the movie theatre. No sir: eyes were staying front and center. No asking the next-door gentleman.

After some fumbling, we gave up and decided that we would watch whatever movie this was, whether it was the right one or not.

It was Artistic. Including subtitles, bouts of song that made no sense, an overly depressing plot and weird camera tricks like turning the whole screen red, or white.

I should have known better when, at the start of the movie, they announced it had won an award at the Cannes film festival.

Philistines that we are, we had a much better time at Rango the next day.

If you need some tears in your half-caf soy latte and you've got a few hours, I would recommend "To Die Like a Man".

It's too bad I was energized from my walk earlier. Otherwise, I would have had a nice nap.