sarah and the squid, an la story

It's Saturday night and the Solomonster and I are feeling indie. Our movie choices? The Squid and the Whale or Sarah Silverman: Jesus is Magic. Our Kicking and Screaming-fueled love for Baumbach carries the day, so we jump in the Hyundai and head out to the nether reaches of Los Angeles (which some people call Los Feliz) to catch Squid with a friend. We arrive at the theater, a narrow rectangle that evokes a living room with a big screen, only to discover that Sarah Silverman (and her fella, Jimmy Kimmel) are sitting two rows behind us. We feel oddly guilty for the rest of the movie, and vaguely self conscious of doing anything particularly unfunny. You know, like laughing in the wrong place, or, ummm...watching weird.

[ed. note: celebrity discomfort aside, i think we'd all highly recommend squid. as the solomonster said, it's the funniest and most insightful movie about a dissolving family and a deviant masturbator in quite some time.]