Sending off the Landmark Greenway

So I managed to take in my final flick at the Greenway this weekend: "Margot at the Wedding." Can't say I'm necessarily proud of the choice, but my options were limited to weird, weirder, and weirdest. I'll defend this one by virtue of the fact that it was a Nicole Kidman movie. If I can endure "Dogville" and "Bewitched", I think it's safe to say I'm immune to anything cinematic.

I asked the lady working the ticket booth what would happen to them once the place shut down. Apparently, some will move to River Oaks, but some will be out of luck. I wished them all the best and everyone there seemed to be relishing some amount of the goodwill I suspect they've gotten since the news broke.

The theater always had a tough niche by my analysis - a second outlet-of-choice for art films without a particularly strong residential pool around the theater. With River Oaks being nearby, it's hard to calculate a winning business model based solely on Greenway employees and perimeter River Oaks movie-goers. Regardless, adios Greenway 3.

As for the movie itself, I remain convinced that a movie with Nicole Kidman is still worth the price of admission. This one was a bit too much of a psychological exposition for me to really get into. I wouldn't say it was poorly done, but I might suggest that Jack Black was overkill for this one. That aside, the usual level of pretense and pomp that goes into an indie movie were on full display here.