I think it was Thirteen. Maybe it was Twelve. No, Thirteen, I'm sure. The one with Ellen Barkin. That one. Not that I'm sure of much else that went on in the film. Just that 86 or so minutes with George Clooney is all I need to make me smile. And Brad Pitt, who I'm liking a whole lot more now that he's with Angelina. She's given him some ooomph. You know, oooommmph? Not to mention a bunch of kids.
The advantage to being out of the movie circuit these past almost-three years is that the films HBO and Comcast are showing gratis? I have seen nary a one. So whenever I want, it's movie night for me. And, yes, I do have popcorn.