Art Film Deferred: Or, Matrix Reloaded Revisited

Inside the theater… and let me do this tangent thing for a minute. It’s still weird for me to go to movie theaters inside big buildings). The idea of a movie theater suggests to me a singular building built expressly for that purpose. But downtown, the actual theater rooms are like up on the sixth floor and such. A little disorienting at first.

Anyhow. Inside, I decide I’ve got a craving for some sweets. And this is an incredibly rare thing, since I don’t really eat much candy at all, ever. So I get some Reese’s Pieces and a Sprite, MaryAnn gets some SnoCaps: we’re good to go. In the entryway, I spotted a Dippin’ Dots machine. I’ve seen/had them before, but I had never seen an actual vending machine that offered them, without anyone actually there to make it for you.

The odd thing was that I had seen a really cool article, earlier today, posted on twelvestone, about geeky ways of making your own ice cream. Go figure.

Nothing too much happened afterwards. After the movie we walked to the Red Line, where MaryAnn got onto the train and I got into a cab. On the way home, I just had this really nice feeling of being a passenger inside a car. A cab in particular. Just something about watching the city blur by in the windows, then fade away to be taken over by the interstate… and then neighborhood houses. The air was comfortably warm, and somewhat cooler after the rainfall. With the window slightly cracked open, it felt really good to stick my face into the wind and let Chicago fade into the night behind me.