I
vote in the British Academy Awards. I
feel it’s an honor, and I take the role seriously. At the end of the year, I try to see as many
screenings as possible of award-worthy films.
If I wanted, I could see a different movie every night. This week, that was my plan: I schedule seven movies for seven days. But
then I end up skipping three —and these are three movies I actually want to see.
Four a week must be my limit.
Today,
I am actually on my way to see the new Brad Pitt film, Killing Them Softly. I feel
a little queasy. I pass a Starbucks and
end up going in, ordering hot tea, sitting in a comfy leather chair, and
playing Words With Friends. I never make
it to the movie.
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