Last night my friend Eugene (known to some as “Shady Gene,” but that’s another story) talked Lori and I into seeing The Descent with him. It got a good review in The Times, and Gene likes a good horror movie apparently.

So armed with a shitload of food and candy from the outside world and a very larce Icee, we sat down to watch a movie about a caving expedition gone horribly, horribly wrong. I have to say that I liked the fact that this was an all chick movie. There was one guy in it, briefly, but the main characters were all women. Ass-kicking, flexible women who go completely nuts on the albino creepy things living in the cave they go into.

It was a decent movie. Not great, but not horrible. I didn’t feel like I’d wasted the $9.50 I spent on the ticket (side note, Loews on 34th has the cheapest movie tickets in the city – on the Upper West Side, tickets cost $10.50), and I did jump and scream more than a few times. More importantly, I was able to sit there and make fun of the horror genre with Gene and Lori. But next time, Lori and I get to pick the movie. Something nice and safe like…Prairie Home Companion. Actually, any movie except World Trade Center. None of us have any desire to see that – we’re still too close to the actual event.

Tomorrow I head off to the Berkshires for a weekend playwright’s retreat. We’re staying at the summer house of the co-artistic director of the theater I work at.  The place has a pool and some woods and a crazy dog. And is only half an hour from where Rick is. So in addition to stretching out my dramaturgical muscles by commenting on new plays, I get some R&R and a chance to see my boy. It will be good.

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