poured out before bed
Mr. Whine and I don’t go to movies very often – not because we don’t adore the cinema, but for that old imbalance involving lack of time and no lack of guilt (anything done in fun when that time might have been spent studying incites a powerful feeling of wickedness). So when we do shun the triple beam and trip off to the pictures, it has to count. Recently we had the pleasure and fabulous good luck of stealing away to attend a turn of the century playhouse turned movie-house. There we bought far too much soda to quell the heap of lovely salty popcorn we’d adopted and settled down to watch “The Most Exotic Marigold Hotel.” And it DID count. We SO enjoyed it. If you’ve the fabulous good luck of finding yourself at the cinema, and the double-good fortune to find yourself at one showing this somewhat predictable but golden (years) flick, I hope it makes you smile.