Nothing cool is for everyone. Case in point: The Alamo Drafthouse Secret Screening.
I’m at a stage in my life where I ENJOY it when people are confused about why I schlep over to a Richardson movie theater almost every month for a show in which the movie is always a secret until our host, the almost supernaturally likable James Wallace, reveals it to the crowd.
It somehow makes me feel alive to be a nutcase. As I spiral toward age 50, I can think of no better way to get old.
So I jumped at the chance to explain my plans for this past Saturday to anyone who asked.
I was going to the movies.
“What are you gonna see?”
I don’t know. It’s FOUR movies at the Alamo Drafthouse, all based around a theme, but I have no idea what the movies are or what the theme is. It could be anything. Should be fun!
That’s where the other person makes a face like I just said that I plan to go look for beehives on the moon and I’m fine with that.
I’ve had to miss the last few Alamo ass-numbing marathons, but this one worked out. I entered the Richardson Alamo’s Theater 6 (their big room) on a Saturday morning, ready to poison my brain on whatever it offered.