I went to see Scott Pilgrim vs. the World on Friday. It was transcendent. Splendid. Magnificent. Awesome, even.
I am now obsessed with the soundtrack. I foresee a certain blog-suggesting friend named Shelby getting a copy.
The showing of Scott Pilgrim that I went to is notable not only because I watched a super-fantabulous movie, but because I experienced an episode of group bonding the likes of which I’ve never seen.
Before the movie there were several previews. As a group, the theater audience was talking through most of them. Then one came on that was about a group of people in an elevator. The audience kind of quieted down. The preview went on and, as a group, we kind of got more interested. Then came the magic words. See if you can spot them.
Yes, that’s right.
“From the mind of M. Night Shyamalan”
The audience – as a group – groaned in disgust.
There was a short pause, then we all laughed, bonding in our superior taste in movies.
I wish we could have all exchanged email addresses. I’d like to stay in touch.