The ferpect cimena

I owe a debt of thanks to sfbear79 for planting recognition of El crimen ferpecto (a.k.a. El crimen perfecto or The perfect crime) into my consciousness. (Psst, Les, check out the director! Ein wahrhaftiger BIT, was?) I read the commercial reviews avidly as they came out and reached the point where I had to see it. Of course, by that point, I'd put if off so long that (as recently reported in this journal), my options were reduced to (1) the Century last Thursday or (2) some theatre in Highland Park, wherever the hell that is.

As it turns out, Highland Park is only about 20-25 minutes on the Edens from the home of bunj and e. And, if bunj and I had left their home more than 20-25 minutes before showtime to find a cinema neither of us had ever been to in a town neither of us had ever been to, this would've been no problem. As it was, we were saved by the 15+ minutes cushion of previews. Also, it slipped our attention both that (1) Proof was opening that weekend in that theatre and (2) this would bring out the 847ers in droves, so we essentially bolted the line to get to our seats.

It felt thrillingly transgressive, actually, and was a good lead-in to the movie, which I don't want to say too much about beyond that it was worth all the fuss, rush, and exorbitant MoviePhone fees. Hilarious, well-paced, beautiful to watch (the exteriors were mostly Puerta del Sol in Madrid), twisty and twisted. Plus it's always fun to catch one or two untranslated jokes.

Entry forthcoming

What kind law is it which states that right when you decide that you've got the leisure to do something else (like, oh, I dunno, write an LJ entry) at your desk job, that's the signal for the difficult clients to come forward? Now, I don't mind searching the occasional title for an elderly man who can't get the hang of our newfangled online catalog (that we've had for over two decades now), but could they at least be gracious about it? And a pizza delivery man who can't find a campus address is so not my problem. The fact that he doesn't carry a phone with him to call the client is even more so not my problem. And, out of the goodness of my heart, I will call the lab for him instead of shunting him off toward the public phones, but I'll be damned if I'm going to be the one to talk a paying client into walking a couple of blocks to pick up their pizza down here. If that happened to me, I'd have to be pretty extremely hungry not to tell him to go screw himself while I phoned Domino's.