I went to the movies...

My friend and I saw the movie "Woman in Gold".  It reminded me of the art documentary called "Portrait of Wally", but with a better ending.  It peaked my interest because there were, as with most screenplays, some interesting information left out.  Klimt himself is an interesting subject.  I felt the need to watch the Klimt documentary (The Great Artists:  The Post-Impressionists:  Klimt) again to make sure I was remembering the information correctly.  Anyway, it was nice to be in front of the big screen for a change.  I could have done without all the commercials.  Really?  I'm paying to see commercials.  They should pay me to watch them.  This is how I picture it:  While trying to remove the straw from its paper and juggling my popcorn, napkins, and diet coke (which are so large they could choke a horse...just in case I want a refill) I approach the ticket area.  Instead of pointing me in the direction of my theater the young man says "Would you care to see the commercials?"  I reply, "Why yes, it's my favorite part!"  He tears my ticket stub in half and hands me five dollars. I enter the theater to the left.  Sit down.   Enjoy my drink, and do not feel a trace of resentment for the next 25 minutes.  Ah well, one can dream.  Back to my brushes. 

"Science is the great antidote to the poison of enthusiasm and superstition."  - Adam Smith