Of course, I don’t mean that… really. Or do I?

Dogtooth was perfect MovieNight material! Although I had downloaded a copy (for pre-screening purposes only) almost a year ago, and had had (had had?) a bunch of people telling me to watch the bloody thing (and bloody it was!), I hadn’t taken the time to watch it, perhaps having been concerned that (from the few bits I’d skimmed through) Zofi might be upset by it (the cat). In the end, it was Sasha who pushed me over the precipice of indecision, and since Zofi was away on a business trip, I thought, “Why not take a chance?” OMFG! Insane. Beautiful. Shocking. Funny. I mean, if the Greeks could come up with this stuff on a regular basis they wouldn’t need a bail out from the EU. (Speaking of witch, don’t get me started on the similarity between Angela Merkel and an angular merkin. Really. Don’t.)

The sheen of the evening was somewhat scuffed up by my sarcastic jab at a long-time MovieNight freeloader. I had been grappling with this conundrum for a few years: Is it OK for people to just come to MovieNight and install themselves on a sofa for the duration without visiting the bar? I mean, after all, this endeavor wasn’t initiated for commercial purposes. It was all about curation, education, fun. I had concluded that you just had to let it go… maybe some people couldn’t afford even an economical night out, and after all, what difference would it make? There was plenty of space. Somehow, this week, I lost it, and I’m sorry to say that I made it clear to the aforementioned ex-patron. A popcorn bucket was slammed down on the bar (not with inappropriate ardor) upon her exit.

The rest of the evening was quite lovely.

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