A week ago, I folded a five-dollar bill into my wallet, knowing that Roman Holiday was playing at the college the night before payday. I wanted to make sure I had the money for an alumni ticket and a diet coke. Made it with a couple of bucks to spare.
This was the first time I’ve seen it either on a big screen or with an audience.
A college audience at that.
I’m happy to report that whatever reasons may now exist that prevent us from having nice things….it isn’t really the college kids.
They got it. Not just the comedy either. For the last twenty minutes, sitting among the restless generation, you could have heard a pin drop.
In my experience, when they’re watching movies actually pitched at their own generation, that never happens.
Maybe the kids are alright….