Oink Oink

I went to see The Informant last night. I felt like seeing something different and I like seeing movies that have been out a few weeks because they're less crowded. This one seemed to fit both those requirements.

Ugh, soooo boring. Matt Damon was excellent, as usual, totally making you forget about him as an actor and drawing you into the character instead. In fact, the acting overall was excellent, so kudos to the director there.

And the story was an interesting enough one, plus based on a true story, which I think always adds a little extra punch. But there was no tension, no change in tempo. The whole thing was just flat. Although I think the director is always ultimately responsible, the problems here seemed to be in the screenplay and editing. In any case, it was a total waste of the cost of the ticket.

Fortunately, there was something wonderful to balance it out.

Since there was no time to eat before the movie due to other obligations (I think fate was trying to save me from myself and make me choose a different movie), I ordered take-out from the Japanese restaurant next door to the movie.

Now, let me just say that I've been trying to get back to this restaurant since I've moved back to Vegas. I love the food, and there are a couple of items on their menu I think are particularly divine. I really wanted to go there and relax with an excellent meal then go next door to a movie, but it just wasn't going to happen.

So I decided to take the meal into the movie with me. Um, yeahhh...sushi, rolls and rice...in the movies. With chopsticks.

Of course, they don't like you to bring your own food to the movies with you. So I promised the ticket taker that I would still get my candy and drink...and I did.

I had the "special" rice, a temperature hot Japanese lasagna roll, a spicy hot yellowtail roll and 2 pieces of yellowtail sushi. In the movies. With chopsticks.

A large bottle of water and peanut M&Ms from the concession.

And popcorn.

I could've done without the popcorn.

But it smelled so good.

I can't go into the movies without getting popcorn any more. But it was waaayyyy too much.

I was so freaking stuffed even though I ate barely half the popcorn or the rice.

I do feel bad about throwing so much popcorn away, because it was good popcorn.

But I brought the rice home.

The thing is, I didn't start hating the movie until I was done eating. I think it was about two thirds of the way through the movie - it took me a while to get through all of that food, even though I didn't finish it all.

Oh yeah, I even have half the M&Ms in my purse, which - now I come to think of it - is better than having eaten all of it last night. I still ate waaayyyy too much, but it could've been worse. And I have to say that I enjoyed the novel experience of eating a meal in the movies, in some strange perverted way, not that I'd want to make a habit of it.

So, not a completely successful evening, but a memorable one nonetheless.