Fun fact: GB the fifth time is just as enjoyable the first, second, third, and fourth times.
Also the person who seemed to enjoy the movie the most was a man in his late-forties/early-fifties who was just two seats down from me and having the Time. Of. His. Life. He also said out loud at one point “I love her!” after one of Holtz’s quirky scene, so, y’know, he’s got good taste.
He also had an amazing hearty laugh and had no shame at laughing at many, many of the jokes, and also being adorably excited at all the little easter eggs from the original version.
I couldn’t even get annoyed at the noisy little kids because of him (and also because I think I’m nearing the point where I could quote each line so it’s not like I was missing anything).
Oh, and I loved that Patty’s hair got more colorful as the movie went along (something I hadn’t noticed before), like she had the freedom to express her true personality once she was freed from the MTA glass box.
The Obsessive Dilettante 