Robin Hood

Despite the title of yesterday's post, I have to admit that, in an odd way, the stranger next to me enhanced my experience rather than detracting from it.

Maybe that's because the movie was exactly what you'd expect from a flick called Robin Hood with Russell Crowe as the lead. It was packed with fight scenes and overt manliness, then softened by a pretty lady, who happened to be quite the fighter herself. In short, it was very Russell Crowe-y.

So I didn't really feel like I was missing anything groundbreaking even when my neighbor leaned over and said, "See what's happening now is..."

So, thank you, fake Englishman, for a truly interesting cinematic experience.

Cinematic Torture

I saw Robin Hood tonight and sat next to a guy who was alone. As soon as I sat, he offered me popcorn, but it didn't stop there. He also explained key plot points and read everything that came on screen (city names, intro paragraphs, etc.) aloud.

He also hummed along to the soundtrack and told jokes. For example, when the city name Hampton came on screen, he said, "The only Hampton I know is the Hampton Inn."

And he did it all in a fake British accent.

A bad one.

Flash Fiction Friday--Snow Cone Stand

I'm back with a Flash Friday 55:

Ginny dropped two quarters into her apron pocket and said, “Hey girl!” as Julie approached.

Julie’s pigtails and shoelaces flapped with each step, “Hey! One rainbow snow cone with extra syrup.”

“Seventy-five cents, please.”

“Even for me?” Julie asked.

Ginny tapped the sign—extra syrup, 25 cents— and said, “I’ve got a business to run.”