My eldest daughter, Shana, turns thirty today. Those of you who remember my carrying her around in an infant backpack at conventions can feel suitably old now.
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My eldest daughter, Shana, turns thirty today. Those of you who remember my carrying her around in an infant backpack at conventions can feel suitably old now.
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Originally published February 17, 1995, in Comics Buyer’s Guide #1109
I go to movies for any number of reasons—indeed, probably for the same reasons that you go.
Because it’s got someone in it I like.
Because the director or (in very rare instances) the writer is someone whose work I enjoy.
Because the subject matter is of interest.
Because the trailer looked good. (Here’s a general rule of thumb: If the trailer’s entertaining, you have a 50/50 shot at a good film. If the trailer’s lousy, you have almost zero chance of a worthwhile movie.)
Because it got good word of mouth.
Because someone I know is in it.
Because it’s there.
Because the kids wanted to see it.
Up until recently, that was pretty much all of them. But now I’ve got a brand new reason.
Social observation. Going to a film in order to watch, not the movie, but the audience reaction.
And it was because of the latter two reasons that I actually found myself at a local box office saying five words that I never thought I’d hear myself say:
“Two for Dumb and Dumber.”
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