Well, *that* was surreal.

So we finally saw "Big Fish" tonight, being too tired to do anything else. Not many people in the theater, but for some reason we were all clustered together in all the desirable seats. Right in front of S and me was a mixed race couple (not particularly germane, but in it goes anyway) -- a guy who was pretty much way up there in years along with his "date" for the evening, who was obviously the silver medalist in the 2003 Crack Whore Olympics. She was behaving oddly through most of the movie, but maybe halfway through, all of a sudden we smell this incredible, horrible smell. How to describe it... think Lysol mixed with a gallon of "Jungle Rape" cologne. My eyes are burning, my nose is burning, my heart is racing, I'm dizzy, it's hard to breathe. The stranger a seat away from me leans over and goes, "What IS that? Do you smell it?" I nod, face buried in my coat. He and his friends move about three rows away. I'm thinking, help! terrorists! ricin! anthrax! But apparently it wasn't immediately lethal, because here I sit, and it went away eventually. Anyway, after everyone left and we're watching the credits, S says, "Hey, I know what that was! It was Rush!" Those of you who know what Rush is, well, will know what it was we were smelling. Apparently the whackazoid in front of us had a bottle of it and must have spilled it down the front of herself.

Maybe it was the full moon.

At any rate, PMB, I'm thinking maybe you could remember to drop a gentle hint in future movie reviews, something along the lines of, "Warning: Contains Graphic Scenes of Jumping *******!" I'm just sayin'.