This afternoon I attended a movie, in the cineplex’s largest theater, where I was the only one present. (Granted, it was “The Life of David Gale,” but still.) Been a long time since that’s happened. It was fun. It felt like I had the world’s largest, fanciest home theater. Of course if I was at home, I wouldn’t have had to sit through 10 minutes of commercials.
“David Gale” is remarkable only for its utter inability to function as thriller, mystery, cautionary tale, character study, or anything else it was attempting to be. I love Laura Linney, and even she was grating to watch; Kevin Spacey was his usual smug self. Rent “Dead Man Walking” instead. I beg you.