Anyway, it was a good day for films (both matinees at the Laurelhurst) that made me cry. First was my first viewing of Pixar's Coco, which is absolutely gorgeous and which went to story places I did not expect, then there was my second viewing of Star Wars: The Last Jedi.
As it did when I saw it opening weekend, The Last Jedi hit me hard. It's an emotional experience for me, as its heroes find themselves in really, really bad circumstances and have to make harsh decisions. It's apt to mention the film in the same breath as the brilliantly harsh remake of Battlestar Galactica, where often our heroes can't reach the best-case scenario but instead must aim for the least-worst scenario. (I've said that before.) And this time, I better understood the twists of the plot; I have fewer "Wait, why did they decide to do that?" moments. It successfully goes through so many emotions and moods in its 2 1/2-hour running time; that film is a satisfyingly full experience. I plan to buy The Last Jedi on DVD, which I've done for the original films and the prequel films — I told you I like the prequels, right? — but haven't yet been moved to do with The Force Awakens or Rogue One. (Keep in mind, I still really like both of those films.)
I almost made Saturday a three-film day: I knew that if I hustled, I could make it from the Laurelhurst (at E. Burnside and NE 28th) to the Bagdad (at SE 37th and Hawthorne) in time for the 7:00 showing of Black Panther, which I haven't seen yet. I decided not to, and instead went over to Beulahland for happy hour tacos, a soda, and wifi-plus-writing. And I ran into a friend, Becky, over on the bar side of Beulah; she travels for her work, so we don't often just run into each other. We quickly caught up on stuff and had a nice chat just in general. It was nice to see her.