I left for Boston this afternoon, to speak on the first of the Avid “Make Your Mark” panel tour dates. On my JetBlue flight, I was pleased to see that Danny Boyle’s Sunshine was one of the Fox movies-for-purchase. It was only days ago, when I bemoaned the fact that I had missed the film in theaters this summer. So, I purchased it, and realized what an odd choice it was for an in-flight movie. Only because it’s the suspenseful tale of astronauts on a mission-from-hell to reignite the sun. An edge-of-your-seat look at a desperate space mission is not exactly the sort of carefree flick you wanna watch 35,000 feet in the air. But, I have to say, I think the flight made the film all the more thrilling. It’s a very good sci-fi film on its own, yet being stuck in a tube in the middle of the sky, made the white-knuckled plight of these characters much more tangible. Who knows? Maybe the Apollo doc, In the Shadow of the Moon, will do boffo numbers as an in-flight flick.
Once I got to Boston, I settled into my hotel room, and started walking around the Brookline neighborhood. One of the things I love about Boston, is that this city’s infatuation with sports rivals all of Central Texas. And, this is a very good year for some of the Boston pro teams (hell, even the Celtics got Longhorns star Kevin Garnett, er, Durant). Tonight, I wandered into the Coolidge Corner Clubhouse to grab a quick dinner. With a plethora of sports-related options, I ordered the Larry Bird sandwich. There were no Kevin McHale eats, and I couldn’t bring myself to order the Roger Clemens sandwich, based on principle. Little did I know that I was grabbing the last table in the joint, before it began to fill with locals eager to watch Monday Night Football. Why? Because the New England Patriots would soon destroy the Cincinnati Bengals.
Not the biggest Patriots (or NFL) fan, I left early to walk across the street to the Coolidge Corner Theatre. One of the great arthouse theaters in America, I bought a ticket there to see David Cronenberg’s Eastern Promises, which I knew Jarren wouldn’t mind missing. I thought the film was quite good, even if I find Cronenberg’s last Viggo Mortensen collaboration (A History of Violence) far superior. While it’s set in London and centers around Russians, there was something nice about seeing a film called Eastern Promises tonight in Boston. This trip is my fourth of five, to this Eastern part of North America, in the last eight weeks. So far, so good.