Neil and I had, like, a proper night out last night!
I wanted to see the new Charlie Kaufman movie (Synecdoche, New York). It's only playing in Manhattan. So I decided to make an evening of it. We had a really nice Italian dinner in the East Village (though it was much quicker than expected, so we had a long interval) and then went to the film.
Which was... interesting. I predict that the reviews will fall into 2 camps:
1) OMG Charlie Kaufman is a genius, and this is so deep and meaningful
2) OMG this was so depressing and made no sense
My own would be neither. There was some great stuff in it, and the performances were excellent, but Kaufman needs someone to restrain his mad-genius tendencies. And an editor.
It was a nice night out, though. Aliza survived what must have been a horrible evening of being fed lamb chops and watching TV with my parents.
It was discovered yesterday that through some horrible oversight, Neil had never had a Twinkie. So I bought some today. He claimed to be unimpressed with it, but I saw him eating a second.