The explanation for the lack of

The Liberator Movie Review

About three weeks ago, I took a female reporter from the Memorial Independent out to the movies. Now, granted, in itself this is not a remarkable thing, as it was an ordinary sort of date and reporters happen to be the sort of girls that ring the most erotic bells for me. (Second place goes to domineering types who turn into mewling kittens with properly applied caresses, third place to gymnasts.) What made this movie date a little more remarkable was the fact that the girl I happened to be taking out was effectively tied to a boyfriend, a fact I didn't discover until she mentioned it, in an offhand way, as I reached for the popcorn. Thus, I'd already bought two tickets to the Animation Tournee without knowing that it was going to be a "touch me and I'll scream" evening. I dealt with it, and my reporter "friend" turned out to be fairly decent company, even if I had shelled out five and a half bucks for twenty minutes of conversation and some cartoons. Needless to say, she wound up reviewing the film for her paper.

Well, naturally (as all good folks would), I stewed about this, since I am an extremely frugal person. Boldly and decisively, I decided to see if I could get my money back, and called her up, several nights after I had taken her out. Essentially, I implied she might went to buy ME a movie review, since I was broke. She agreed, and said she'd get back to me. Needless to say, she promptly forgot I had ever called. So, if you're wondering what's good out there, two of my friends said that the "Posse" movie was good, and the third thought it was sort of okay.

See you at the movies! If I ever scrape together twelve dollars, of course.