Sunday, May 27, 2012

The Daily Insult. (Non-family version.)

The kids are with their mother on a visit to their grandparents. I get the opportunity to see a grown-up movie at the theater, the deeply satisfying The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel. Simply can't recommend this enough, just in case a cast that includes Judi Dench and Maggie Smith and Bill Nighy isn't its own recommendation.

A well attended show in a smaller theater, average age considerably in advance of my own. Those announcements about not talking during the show duly ignored, as all the best lines are repeated aloud with chortles and then repeated again to companions who couldn't hear them the first time. Also any words on the screen are read aloud. I wish this were just a joke about older audiences, but, alas, it's true.

The insult? Oh, yes. As I buy my ticket, the vendor double checks that I mean a full-price ticket. Yes, I know the movie is about getting older, but I have ten years to go before I qualify for the senior discount, thank you.

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

It's only rock and roll. I know.

Catching the season finale of "Saturday Night Live" on Hulu. (Well, it's past my bedtime to watch it live.) Our host and musical guest: Sir Mick Jagger. Who rules.

 I drag Tertius in to watch the second music spot, with Mick backed by the Foo Fighters doing a medley of "19th Nervous Breakdown" into "It's Only Rock and Roll." Does it get any better than this?

"What do you think?" I demand of my youngest scion.

"It's boring," he says.


"Yes, they keep singing the same words over and over."