Saturday night, my friends got a group together to see Inglourious Basterds at the Student Union.*
Then three of us went and ate pastries at a local bakery.
And then me and my friend Katie watched American History X** and did arts and crafts.
THAT’S WHAT A GIRLS NIGHT SHOULD BE BITCHES!
*Okay, I think I liked Inglourious Basterds EVEN MORE now, which I didn’t think was possible. My opinion of it grew since I saw it the first time around anyway, but this time put me over the edge into the land of thinking: Since they’ve opened it up to ten slots for the Best Picture nomination, it could maybe quite possibly be a contender. Which would be a nice change of pace from the depressing, sentimental shit, but whatever, that’s just me.
I think it might also have been the audience I was with this time around, where we’re all college students laughing at the dark humor instead of just going “Ah, the violence and the um… WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!” which still happened. I actually noticed a few people leave the theater after the first time you meet the Basterds. I could say “Oh, I understand,” but geez, I don’t. I’m no longer sensitized to this, apparently. The people who remained were awesome and every time Brad Pitt opened his mouth there were laughs, which was awesome. So this was the “Dark Humor Ha Ha Ha, I see What You Did THERE, Quentin Tarantino” screening.
** Story of my life. It is always “Hey, let’s what a very violent movie while (fill in the blank).” Usually baking or sewing, this time water color-collage. Also, I don’t think I could do this movie justice with a review, so we’re not going there. I know that for me this was the second time I had seen it, so I knew when to close my eyes at the hard moments and it was still really powerful.
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