Today’s guest post is from David Brendel.
I was walking down 6th avenue Saturday morning past the IFC Theater and overheard some guy bitching about the ticket price: “$12.50?!? Are you fucking kidding me? Whatever happened to matinees? They got matinees at the AMC.” Whether or not he was right, it wasn’t the cashier’s fault, who was taking the brunt of the rant.
I paused to eavesdrop, and to read the blown-up review of “Daddy Long Legs,” the story of an irresponsible, abrasive father who sounded a lot like the guy grumbling at the cashier. The crank proceeded to buy a ticket to “Daddy Long Legs,” and I followed suit.
