I totally forgot my complex was showing The Shining on the lawn tonight - until I heard a shriek of "RED RUM, RED RUM," seemingly coming from my balcony.
This was my most startling film moment since I settled down to watch Ringu alone in a dark house when I had a cold and was spaced out on TheraFlu only to discover halfway through that my roommate had left an unlabeled VHS bootleg of Mulholland Drive under the sofa cushion. Of course, I HAD to see what was on the unmarked tape.
You can imagine how that worked out. I was up until seven A.M., and I don't think I answered the phone for a week.
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I thought Beth might appreciate this one.
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You can imagine how that worked out. I was up until seven A.M., and I don't think I answered the phone for a week.
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