Your gentle correspondent, unbright in the first place, unemployed in the second place, and unsober in most every place, very nearly forgot that there’s a holiday coming up. Fortunately, his inner fat girl and his inner child have begun to smell stuffing and hear guilt trips on every easterly breeze. Which could only mean a family visit, an excuse to eat and drink until things almost seem merry, and—and this is the most awful part—days upon days of suburban nothing.
Including!
Conveniently!
A Saturday. Since at least one of us here intends to spend that Friday purging and apologizing, Saturday should be the perfect time to start making mistakes all over again with leftover wine (ha!), leftover food (HA!), and dearly-missed imaginary friends.
So. If you can attend, and/or have a movie idea (Thanksgiving seems like an unpopular film holiday, so maybe something autumnal? Stepmom? When Harry Met Sally?), répondez in the answers s’il vous plaît, or talk to @frigayfilms on Twitter.
Shall we?
And all of a sudden someone seems to have forgotten all about the Loser Movie Club…
All kidding aside, let’s do this, people… the Jets and the Sharks, bonding together over turkey leftovers and some good (or really bad :-) movie …
Check http://frigayfilms.tumblr.com/post/254080539 for answers…
