I feel like Danny Glover in the later Lethal Weapon movies, grumbling that I'm getting too old for this s***. I spent my Saturday night and Sunday morning at a 14-hour (or so) movie marathon in Austin called Cinemapocalypse, perpetrated by the programmers at Alamo Drafthouse with some help from Quentin Tarantino. Apart from the first film, none of us (except the programmers) knew what we'd be watching.

The event kicked off with Tarantino's latest film, Inglourious Basterds, introduced by Tarantino and Eli Roth, who has a role in the film. The Alamo offered Nazi Scal(lo)ps on the menu as an accompaniment to the film. And during a key sequence set in a movie theater, we all heard a loud thump and realized that Nazi flags had been unfurled in the aisles of the Alamo Ritz, to match the onscreen theater. The flags stayed up all evening and felt a bit creepy after awhile, but apparently they were difficult to remove.
categories Cinematical