Tonight we went to a movie at Plimoth Plantation. No, you did not read that wrong: A movie at Plimoth Plantation. On weekends (and some weekday evenings, depending on the season), the plantation transforms one of its visitor center auditoriums into an art house movie theater.
This sign is just the beginning. In the concession area, which you can glimpse at the back of this photo, cheerful volunteers sell popcorn, candy and, tonight at least, authentic-recipe Indian pudding with scoops of vanilla ice cream, a steal (and delicious) at $3 for a hearty bowl. At a table out of view to the left, another woman sold beer and wine.
Hollywood East
“But what about the movie?” you may rightfully ask.
We saw Rachel Getting Married, and I was emotionally eviscerated. A few times during the course of the movie, I seriously thought I might have to leave the theater so that when I burst out into loud, gasping sobs I would not disturb the other patrons. That is not to say I did not enjoy it; it was a fantastic movie and I highly recommend it. Just bring some extra tissues.
Another good cry: Grace is Gone.
Comment by LZ — February 1, 2009 @ 8:20 am
I’m glad I didn’t watch it with you! I would probably have needed to be carried out
Comment by Mom — February 1, 2009 @ 1:43 pm