The Twilight Review: J-Ri
I was faced with quite a difficult equation last Tuesday afternoon. J-Ri wants to go see Twilight + J-Ri doesn’t want to tell anyone that he actually wants to see it + J-Ri doesn’t want to be seen by anyone he might know = J-Ri goes to a 4:50pm show by himself.
I walked into an empty theater. That lasted for about twelve seconds. Hundreds of Mini-van’s with soccer mom’s surely were flooding away from the drop-off area outside. Scores of retainer carrying tweenies awkwardly poured into the seats around me. Meaningless chatter and high pitched voices accompanied the sudden outbursts of giggling in the once empty theater. I felt like a creepy old man. I thought, “OMG, I was like totally their age when they were born.” That thought was followed by this one: “OMG, did I just think in text-message lingo? OMG. OMG! I did it again, LOL. LOL? I just lied in my brain. I didn’t laugh out loud at all.”
… Still with me? Good.





