[Kevy Baby]

GusGus and I finally saw it this evening.

GC's review was right on the money. I could not add more (besides I am not feeling verbose tonight). The movie did not seem too long to me. Ennis' wife needs to get an Oscar for her performance.

I agree that the aging issue was problematic. It was the one distraction from the movie itself that bothered me.

However, there were two issues that really spoiled the experience:

1. Since the movie has been out for a while, the print we saw was bad, including a couple of burned out frames and a bad splice. However, if I had seen the movie earlier, this would not have been a problem, so shame on me for that.

2. The three idiot women behind us. As you would expect, at a Tuesday night showing a month after the movie is released, the theatre was fairly empty. The seating capacity was 244 (don't ask me why I remember that!) and there were about 20-25 people in the theatre. We all sat a repectful distance away from each other. Except for these three morons who sat behind us. They came in just as the previews were starting. They talked (about NOTHING about the previews) through the previews. Once the movie started to rolling, there was constant chatter. Not loud, but loud enough to be disruptive to the people in front of them (Susan and I). And the remarks were so stupid. I heard uncomfortable rumblings and noises during the first intimate encounter between Heath and Jake. When they shot the elk, and were drying some of the meat and cooking and eating some, one of the morons claimed "eww, that's gross; I could never be on Survivor."

But the kicker was at the end of the film. As soon as the credits started to roll, they stood up and started talkng. We actually like to watch the credits. Also, the music during the credits was exceptional and I was trying to enjoy that. (After a movie like this, I use it as a great opportunity to absorb the story in its entirety, letting the whole thing just kind of soak in.) Out of courtesy, I tolerated the boorish behavior for 30 seconds or so. But finally, I turned around and politely asked if they would please finish their conversation in the lobby. The answer I got was "what are you watching? The movie's over." I then said that I was trying to watch ther credits and listen to the music. "Well how stupid. There's nothing to watch." To which I responded with a few choice expletives and had to control the urge to take Susan's coke and throw it on them.

Freakin' morons!