Saw "Gran Torino" at the Birmingham 8 with Mom.
Reminded me of how awful "I'm Not There" was, but felt small pangs of something bittersweet because of a DC Comic movie preview that I knew nothing about. Also, "Gran Torino" sucked and I think I was the only one who walked out of the theatre not crying. I thought about how my mom influenced me to become judgmental. While driving back to her apartment, she looked over to me and said, "When Dirty Dancing came out on VHS, I watched it every day." I asked her how old she was, to which she replied, "Married."
