We take turns picking a movie.
My husband sat patiently through Black Swan (although he wondered if he could get his money back) so I felt obligated to see The Fighter.
Not that I thought it would be a bad movie.
Just that I have no real interest in boxing.
Two hours and six minutes of boxing on a large screen.
But somehow I got caught up in the movie and the story and the athleticism of the sport and started to cheer ‘out loud’ and quite loudly during one of the matches.
Belatedly realizing that yes, I was still sitting in a movie theatre.
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| Reading Cinemas in the Gaslamp Quarter on Fifth Avenue |
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