I finally went to see the new version of Pride and Prejudice yesterday. I must admit that I was expecting to dislike it, regardless of all the good reviews, mostly because of my devotion to the 1995 BBC version. Not to mention my dislike of Keira Knightly. I don't know why she bugs me so much, but she does. I, like most people, was pleasantly surprised. It was very good.I was waiting in line to pay and couldn't help noticing that all the people in front of me in the line were middle-aged women by themselves. This was one of those rare insight moments that I rarely enjoy. It is like when I see single, overweight women with corgis. Why don't beautiful women ever walk down the street with a corgi? (Probably because they are too busy looking good to take care of a dog). So here I was with the spinster contingency, and when I walked into the small theater it was packed with a class full of 14 year-olds. Of all the movie theaters in all the world, I manage to pick this one. And it's 12:45 on Thursday for crying out loud. I am sitting there thinking "I finally got out of the house, away from the baby, by MYSELF and now these teeny boppers are going to talk through this whole damn movie". What a spinster I sound like! I must admit that the teeny boppers were much better behaved than I was at that age. I still recall going to see Personal Best with a group of about ten 14 year-old girls and we made a HUGE nuisance of ourselves. Although, to give us some credit, it was a film with lots of sex and we were FOURTEEN. So all seemed to be going well, when halfway through the movie it started raining INSIDE the theater. Yep. There was leak in the aisle. I put my hand out and the water fell onto my hand. So I went outside and told the pimply faced teeny bopper who worked there and he said someone would be in to look at it. No one came. And a matinee now costs SEVEN DOLLARS AND FIFTY CENTS! The world is going to hell.