On a rainy Father's Day that we wanted to spend doing anything but cleaning, Dave and I elected to go to the movies. In retrospect, we would've had more fun scrubbing toilets with toothbrushes. Without gloves.
We arrived very early, hoping to get in a photo shoot of Laminaria before the movie started (right near the parking lot of the movie theater is a golf course, and the owners built a gorgeous walkway, with river and grassy dunes and bridges. And views of the cranes and warehouses of New Jersey. You tend to walk kind of sideways), but the aforesaid rain made that impossible. We asked the Ticket Taker Guy what time they'd be opening the doors for a 4:10 movie.
"Uhhh, it takes them about ten minutes to clean up, so I'd say 4:20."
"No, no--the movie starts at 4:10. So what time would the doors open from after the previous showing?"
He shuffles around some papers. "The movie starts at 4:10. I get it. So yeah, they'll open the doors at 4:20."
"Okay, thanks very much for your help."
Our afternoon, if you can believe it, got even less intelligent from that point on.
The 4:10 movie was The Happening. Don't see it. I not only want my money back, I want my time, and my brain cells back.
I like M. Night Shyamalan. I liked The Sixth Sense and Signs. I didn't think The Village was that bad.
This is terrible. The acting? Terrible. Across the board. Even the little kid was terrible. The plot? There is none. Character development? Please. And scariness? Nope. No scariness to be found. I covered my eyes a lot because Ick, I don't want to see somebody running themself over with a tractor. But trees waving in the wind? Not. Scary.
We did take our walk along the golf course after the movie, though we spent most of it marveling at the movie. God. Bad movie.
I'm trying to move on, but you have to bear with me.
In the meantime, here is Laminaria:
(The cranes and warehouses are well-hidden across the river.)
I like it, but I'm still unsure. Perhaps it's because I used size 4 needles instead of size 5 (I didn't want a giant Laminaria) but it doesn't look as big and flowing as others. Maybe I'm just not an aggressive enough blocker?
I do feel that the colors hide the pattern. But I do like them. And I like the weight of the shawl (or lack thereof) a great deal.