I hope you got to Nosferatu; they were showing Der Golem (1920) at the Town Hall here tonight. I'd have gone if I hadn't been at the reading.
Damn! I can see that would be a temptation. We not only got to Nosferatu, we got first-row balcony seats. I'd never seen it in a theater, never mind with live music; neither had rushthatspeaks; gaudior had never seen it at all. Everybody had a good time. I even had a chance to eat dinner (an impressively unwieldy sandwich from a nearby coffeeshop: it fell apart all over its waxed paper when I tried to pick it up, I apologized to everyone around me and ate it in stages, wishing I'd had the foresight to steal a fork), which I really hadn't been sure about giving the respective timings of the Morris and the movie. I considered it an entirely successful Halloween night.
Whenever I think of Morris, I follow it with Pratchett. "And turn...and kill!"
The Anti-Morris was Pratchett-inspired. It's turned into a genuine folk tradition: Angela and Jeremy are justifiably proud that the children of friends of theirs have grown up thinking that dancing the sun down into the dark with a black-draped drum and silenced bells is just what you do for Halloween.
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Damn! I can see that would be a temptation. We not only got to Nosferatu, we got first-row balcony seats. I'd never seen it in a theater, never mind with live music; neither had
Whenever I think of Morris, I follow it with Pratchett. "And turn...and kill!"
The Anti-Morris was Pratchett-inspired. It's turned into a genuine folk tradition: Angela and Jeremy are justifiably proud that the children of friends of theirs have grown up thinking that dancing the sun down into the dark with a black-draped drum and silenced bells is just what you do for Halloween.