Start of the Easter holidays and Sharon and the girls have naffed off to a house boat on the mighty Murray River for 4 days with friends. Turns out the boat won't be moving much due to the water level - how the mighty have fallen.
Other than a lie in, brunch in a local cafe reading the paper, and one to many Long Blacks, I take Sharon's advice and go and see "Knowing" at the local cinema.
Palace Cinemas seems to be one of 3-4 in a non-major mini cinema kind of chain. Seats are big and comfy and properly tiered: none of this Odeon rubbish staring between the heads of the 2-3 rows in front of you. Even turned out to be licensed! Watching your favourite film while supping a cold stubbie of VB. If it wasn't so oxymoronic I'd say "how civilsed is that". The one fly in the ointment, although it brought a grin to my face, was the first 5 minutes after the lights went down. The gold lamee curtains role back and a quaint little scene welcoming us to the cinema is shown. In the meantime we get some very (and I mean pre Pearl and Dean) old fashioned music playing - I was almost expecting a guy playing the organ to rise out of the floor.
As for the film: if you've had a religious upbringing or are scared of flying don't bother.
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