We had dinner with a friend this evening, and then we decided to walk across 42nd Street river to river, starting by the West Side piers. But at Bryant Park we saw a mammoth crowd for the Monday night movie, which we've heretofore avoided.
By the time we got there, there was really no more room in the main section, so we went around to the loge for the standing room.
It took an inordinately long time for something to happen. Some guys tried to organize the crowd into a wave that fizzled. Maybe they shouldn't have counted off "2,3,1..." Finally something appeared onscreen. It was a long commercial for Time Warner HBO etc., then a trailer for a Jack Black movie, then a Looney Tunes cartoon with Pepé Le Pew about skunk sexual harassment.
Finally Monty Python and the Holy Grail came on.
We realized we knew all the script by heart, so we kept on going across 42nd to the river. On the Deuce, we most miss the old Hotaling's Out-of-Town Newpapers, which we guess was replaced by the internets.
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