Yesterday the roads were uncharacteristically empty in this area where people seem to live in their cars normally. The yoga class was quite empty too. But when R and I went to the movies to see Woody Allen's new film, there were lines all around the parking lot to see the film, which is in a very limited release here, showing in only two theaters in the wider region that I know of. It was rather like being at Disneyland, where the lines wind around and around in nightmare spirals, and take hours to diminish. It took about an hour for us to get into the theater, and we obviously didn't make the show we had originally come for.
The film was charming. Allen is at his best when he is making love letters to great cities, and though the films of his I like the best also have a warm heart for their characters, who are memorable and funny (think Hannah and Her Sisters, Manhattan, and Annie Hall!), and this film didn't really have that to the same degree, the casting was spot on and the story intriguing and perceptive. I will always think of Kathy Bates as Gertrude Stein and Adrian Brody as Dali! What genius! The guy who played Hemingway was also amazing, and the detail of the private investigator stuck in the past, being pursued by the king's men, eager to chop off his head, was vintage Allen. It certainly made my day.
I recommend the film to you, as a good way to start off the summer, and a welcome alternative to summer sequelitus.