By ice rivers
When I was younger and hadn't suffered enough to be called an adult, I went to a lot of adult movies.
Adult mean't that the films promised female nudity, excessive violence, excessive sex, excessive drug use, cataclysmic explosions and occasionally naked characters having violent sex in the midst of cataclysm while on drugs.
Adult in those days meant 'can you watch all this shocking gratuitous depravity without going berserk yourself'?.
I never went berserk, I grew increasingly jaded to the point of boredom. After watching human centipede, I couldn't imagine anything more offensive.
Human Centipede Two proved me wrong.
I began to grasp the concept that there was nothing adult about adult movies anymore.
Then we started hitting the Tuesday matinees. Tuesday matinees are half price and are filled with retired people who have the gray hair to prove it.
We're not here for Marvel anymore.
Yesterday, for example, we went to see Green Book. I consider myself pretty hip when it comes to movie selection. I read reviews from many sources. I don't like to waste money anymore. I like to be among the first upon which the new is tested. When we walked into Green Book, the theatre was packed. This was a surprise. We found the last two available seats which were thankfully at the rear of the theater.
Everybody present at the Birkdale Regal was "adult" as was the movie. Everybody was as well informed as I, perhaps more so as they got there earlier Green Book is a picaresque episodic that depends on cultural and character development. Tony Soprano Driving Doctor Shirley. The journey is a road trip South through the discriminatory days of the 1960's.
The movie is going to win all kinds of awards.
The awards will be given to a truly adult movie.
If you are old enough to skip the nudity, the sex, the violence, the drugs and the explosions; you need to see Green Book ASAP.
Which you probably already have.