From the red chair, with laptop, this morning:
Me: Looks like there are a lot of great movies at the Broadway. (cheerful and bleary-eyed--Friday, and jet lag, respectively)
The Historian: There's that new one with Juliette Binoche. (By "Juliette Binoche," I assume he means "The Most Radiantly Beautiful Actress in the World, and Perhaps in All of Movie History." Or maybe that's just me.)
Me: ...but also that Russell Crowe one we haven't see yet. The water one? (By Russell Crowe, I mean, "Arguably great actor who hasn't lost the ability to movie star it up.") And some other ones, I think. (the James Franco-Jonah Hill thing, for instance. This one is implied by 'some other ones, I think,' but not spoken because it's too early for being complete.)
Historian: Also that documentary--what's it called?
Me: I don't want to see that one. I feel like I already know what its argument is.
Historian: (laughs:) Okay, so we'll see one of them, then.
Later in the afternoon, after having collapsed on the bed with Metacritic:
Me: (James Franco/Jonah Hill thing: nope. "Turgid." Russell Crowe thing: apologist for the Armenian genocide? Can that be true? NOPE. Documentary: never.)
[ancillary review of a bunch of movies in second run theaters, whose titles I don't recognize: nope, nope, and nope. McFarland, U.S.A.? A definite maybe. Could I talk the historian into this movie? Nope. Sci fi thing? ditto: No cyborgs for the historian.]
Juliette Binoche* it is, then.