May 26, 2007
Hookie and pie
The other day I played hookie. Bad, I know, but I don't care. I took myself to see a movie: "Waitress."
It was cute.
Carlos asked me just today how it was, and that was the best description I could think of: "cute." That about sums it up.
I got there exactly on time, expecting to be the only soul there, but I was wrong. The theater was packed, mostly with older couples and a few lonely girls.
I had to sit about 20 feet away from the screen. I came out with a splitting migraine, but the movie still managed to almost charm me.
I read one review saying that the movie was "pie porn," which is as good a description as any. The long, lingering shots of delectable chocolate being poured into pie shells are certainly titilating.
The acting was good. I've always liked Keri Russell. The story is admittedly a bit hokey. And of course there's that whole tragic backstory.
The crowd loved it. It was cute.
If you like southern-fried cute....and pie, this is the movie for you. (and secretly, I do.)
Before the movie, however, I edged another toe into the sad little kiddie pool of single dining. I had lunch at Le Madeleine....solo.
I know it's really just a glorified Francophile cafeteria, but it counts as a restaurant...almost, right?
I ate there alone, no book, no laptop, nothing.