I don’t know if it was actually a date or not.  I think it kind of was, or at least I wanted it to be enough that it sort of counted.  Either way, if you’ve got a dinner and a movie outing planned, there are certain types of movies that you don’t want to see and this is one of them.   This dude I like and I went out for dinner and a movie and we picked out Eastern Promises because it seemed like a fairly safe bet.  You know, there would probably be a lot of sex and violence and I like Russians and he likes Naomi Watts.  To think, we were going to watch Shoot ‘em Up. Sigh.

Don’t get me wrong, I fucking LOVED that movie.  I saw it a week later (with another dude, silly me!) and loved it just as much the second time around.  It’s been a while since I watched it, so I’m not going to get into specifics about the cinematography or anything.  The movie was definitely beautiful (as was Viggo Mortensen.  Does it get any better than him?), but that doesn’t mean that wasn’t one of the more awkward movie going experiences in my life.  (cut for spoilers)