After dinner, I made my way to 4th and Mission for the 10:50 showing of Master and Commander: The Far Side of the World. The Lowes Metreon (formerly Sony) hadn't been built when I still lived in the City; it's a pretty impressive place. It has shopping, IMAX screens, and I really don't know what all else because, at 10:50pm, everything's closed.
I admit to the insanity of seeing a 2-1/2 hour movie that starts at 11:10 at night when your body is in the Pacific timezone but still thinks it's on the East Coast. So I suppose it's a pretty impressive accolade for this film to say that I didn't fall asleep.
It's good. I don't think it's a Best Picture, but Russell Crowe is pretty good at picking contenders, at least...LA Confidential, Gladiator, A Beautiful Mind and now this. Too bad he's not a day-trader.
It's actually a bit witty, this...gruesome, too: there's an awful lot of severed limbs in films lately.
But the one thing I came away with was...how are these guys any better than the pirates we saw in films like Pirates of the Caribbean? They seem pretty similar to me...and if anything, these "good guys" drink a lot more than those filthy nasty pirates...