It turns out I watched a hockey game on Saturday in Detroit, not a movie.
Yes, seriously, hockey. Well, to be honest, it was on TV while we ate White Castles (mmm) and while we played Trivial Pursuit. In that case, I didn’t watch hockey, but it was an entertainment option if I hadn’t been busy making up festive fake answers for the sports questions (two popular options were “Yo Mama” and “Pickup Andropov” when apparently the answer was “Kasparov”).
(Hee hee, I tickle myself).