on either side of some really bad pizza

I know it's a little weird, but we went to see two movies last night.  You know, it's Oscar season, and, even though I'm miffed that Inside Llewyn Davis (Coen brothers movie) wasn't nominated for Best Picture, I still self-impose the obligation of seeing the nominees.....

So the first one was The Wolf of Wall Street, the wild new Martin Scorcese film, which started at 6:10 p.m.  We got home from work and dashed to the movie theater and made it in time but had no time for dinner, so we grabbed concession snacks to tide us over -- me, a hot dog and Jerry, a large popcorn -- and settled into our seats, not realizing that Wolf of Wall Street was three hours long.

So it's quarter after 9 when we get out and Jerry wants to go to another movie (August: Osage County) in the same cineplex, this one starting at 9:30.  So we bought tickets and headed back to the concession stand, where this time I bought a personal-size cheeze pizza and Jerry got a hot dog.  I should have had another hot dog.  The pizza was  by far the worst pizza I have ever had, which is saying something considering the fact that there is plenty of horrific pizza in the world, and I don't even know how further to express how hideous it was.  But I survived and lived to tell the tale.

Wolf of Wall Street:  wow.  It's the movie this year that everybody either loves or hates and, even thought we felt like we had been hit by a freight-train by the time it was over, I found myself closer to loving it than hating it.  With all the F words (500+ of them), the nudity, and the general debauchery, it won't win a Best Picture Oscar, but, in a way, maybe it should, because it is genius film-making. Sort of.  August: Osage County:  Not as good as seeing the stage version and not nominated for Best Picture, but Meryl Streep and Julia Roberts have nominations, and they are always fun to watch.  It was a very different kind of picture from Wolf of Wall Street (except for the F words).. :-)