Winklevi

Full disclosure: I fully admit to clapping when I laugh. Sometimes. Not all the time. But every once in a while, it's a good way to express just how hilarious something truly is. It is not, however, a device that should be utilized EVERY TIME YOU LAUGH. Especially not in a half-filled movie theatre.

I get that The Social Network is a pretty funny film (yes, it is), but really Dude Who Sat Behind Me? Was it sooooo funny that you just had to clap at every single remotely funny line? And not even a "round of applause" sort of clap, but the much-maligned "slow clap" made infamous in John Hughes knock-offs and football movies that take place in the 60s? And feature racially diverse teams who have to learn to play together, despite being the wrong color? 

Really?

And to add insult to injury, the first 10 minutes of the film were out of focus! 

The things I have to put up with! 

I mean, really. 

But, besides all of that, the film was fantastic. It was on par with some of the best films Hollywood has ever produced; a sort of millennial version of All The President's Men mixed with the destructive genius imbedded in Citizen Kane. If this film soars at the box office, it will win the Oscars. It will trounce them, and steal its first-born child while it's at it. It's just that good.

"But," as one Mr. Levar Burton once told me, "you don't have to take my word for it." 

Ba-dum-bum!