(Though if you think that’s unlikely, I’ve heard of businesses that like their prospective employees to be able to get references to The Big Lebowski.)
The point of this is that last night I won two of three matches I participated in at the IFC Film Fanatic trivia contest held at McMenamin’s Ringler’s pub: me versus three other people armed with buzzers and much movie knowledge. My resulting swag: a T-shirt and a pass for a movie. (On cable. Heh; I don’t even have a TV. So someone among the people I know will get a free film…)
The questions never got too obscure: I was half-expecting the difficulty to be close to that on “Beat the Geeks,” a game show of beauty and glory that used to be on Comedy Central. I didn’t enter at first – I was hungry, and concentrated on getting nourishment (a tomato, pasta and sausage soup, Chinese barbecue pork, and root beer) before putting my name in – but I found from watching that, yes, I would be able to do this contest and not fall flat on my face.
Unless, of course, I choked.
Which I didn’t (I’m sure Stephen King’s going, “Whew, I’m still the Master of Suspense”), so I did respectably. The first win actually kind of snuck up on me: I didn’t realize I was in the lead until the last question appeared, and I saw I had an unbeatable number of points. The MC handed me my prize (the T-shirt, with the Independent Film Channel’s logo for “Film Fanatic Fridays” and images of a ‘70s kung-fu-fighting guy and the lineup from The Usual Suspects) and snuggled it like a plush toy.
I was there by myself, so I didn’t have company or a cheering section, and after my first match I realized I was turning into a too-quiet person when I got seated again – think Andy Kaufman waiting oh so still before singing that one line from the “Theme to Mighty Mouse” (“Here I come to save the day!”) – so I got a little more interactive with the other people watching. Yes, I can talk to strangers. (And if any of those strangers inexplicably saw my talking with them as an opportunity to attack me, I could show them my kung fu. But most of the time, that’s not needed, right?)
I’m headed back tonight; it’s free and it’s fun. And two actual movie critics are set to square off this time, and I want to see that.
(The title is cribbed from artist and Peter David collaborator James Fry, who for instance once drew this. Credit where credit is due, woo hoo!)