Last night, as part of the Ellen birthday set of events, culminating in her long-desired trip to New Orleans in December, we went to see Gone Girl (chosen as an alternative to Nightcrawler, and partially because Ellen does not want to see a key character that reminded her of the Michelin tire guy).
I am not going to provide details other than to say I thought it was well acted and directed and generally worth seeing, though it was pretty R.
We saw the film in the newly opened ArcLight movie theaters that have just opened in Montgomery Mall. These have reserved seating, which I like though I know some do not, and are so new they even have a bit of a new car smell and sense to them, soon to be overwhelmed with spilled popcorn. Their existence is not well known yet so we saw the film almost completely by ourselves. Like some other movie theaters we have gone to they have a staff person talk for a minute before the film starts telling you about the film, other films, concessions, life, whatever. It was pretty strange with us being the only people in the movie theater. Another couple came in as the movie was starting so the lowest attendance I have ever experienced, three, was not bested.
After the film, I reflected on Gone Girl, which I did not read as a book, and The Girl With A Clock for a Heart, which I read but since it does not yet exist as a movie have not seen. In both cases the female protagonist was, to be put it mildly, complicated. I have not come to a conclusion as to which one was the most or least desirable to get involved with, though it is safe to say in either case the likelihood of my current 30-plus year marriage would have been small.