Lance and I headed to the theater last week. There were four different flicks on his radar, but we surprisingly agreed on Wendy and Lucy at the Ritz at the Bourse.
We had dinner at Joe Poons Original Peking Duck first. It was a B-. Too much going on with some of the plates. There were two main dishes for every entree. I'm a freak for sauces but when I suddenly have an estuary on my plate things have gone too far. Mr. Poon has gone too far. Much of the menu is surf and turf. So if land and seas are your thing...you should check it out. Word on the street is you don't mess around. You get the namesake dish, the peking duck, and call it a night. It remains BYO for now. I got splits of champagne. Lance brought an Irish Red from Harpoon.
After a so-so dinner we headed over to Wendy and Lucy. IMDB summarizes the movie as
"A woman's life is derailed en route to a potentially lucrative summer job. When her car breaks down, and her dog is taken to the pound, the thin fabric of her financial situation comes apart, and she is led through a series of increasingly dire economic decisions."
As the movie ended I was still waiting for it to begin. It was the worst movie I've seen since
Moll Flanders in 1996. Lance said he even like Tango and Cash more. Michelle Williams is a fine actress. But the movie itself was a non-event. It didn't need to be made. Rotten Tomatoes gives it an 84% overall. People were saying the movie is critical during these struggling economic times. I agree with the guy that said it was "mercilessly dull."
It was so dull, that I screamed into the winter night air as soon as we got out of the theater. Lance even joked about what we would do if one of us loved the movie and the other one hated it.
He wanted to retitle it "Wendy's Very Bad Day." Chick wants to work for a fishery in Alaska, and her car breaks down in Oregon as she's "passing through." She ends up losing her dog, and trying to get her dog back while her car's getting fixed. All the while washing up in gas station bathrooms and forming a friendship of sorts with an older security guard. Snoring. Boring.
The other day my car wouldn't start (cold weather battery thing) and Triple A had to come out.
I had to cancel my meeting in Bucks Co. I had the battery charged for 30 minutes as AAA had instructed and thought I was good to go. I turned off my car to run inside and alas, it wouldn't turn back on again. Then I had to have a neighbor jump me, but it still wouldn't start back up once I turned it off.
It's like me taking that annoying two hours and making a movie about it.
I just need a dog I guess. Maybe I'll borrow Jack's.