This month I turn 30. To mark such a remarkable event, I’m spending every day of October drenched in awesome-sauce.
I went to Scarborough, I feel dirty. But the Kennedy Commons AMC was the only theatre in the City of Toronto showing Harry Potter 8. I had been wanting to see Potter since it was first released all those months ago, but I never got around to it.
It was damn good. There’s really not much to say, as anyone who’s interested in seeing this film already has, anyone who doesn’t care already ignored it.
I have this strange inability to spend $16 for a film, so after the film, I noticed that Ides of March had just let in, so I made my way into that theatre. There were plenty of seats, so I sat down for film two.
Ides of March is a mediocre film about the corruption of one’s morals, and the path to ambivalence. It was okay, not great. Worth seeing in theatres? If it’s free.
Not Shira. It’s your mom. Did you notice that one of 16 executive producers on The Ides of March was someone named Randy Manis?