I wasn't so thrilled when the man with the worst halitosis I have ever encountered sought me out in theatre 5 of the Angelika this evening and sat down next to me. Thank God that Art School Confidential was thankfully crap enough so that the putrified vapors emanating from his mouth didn't hit me so frequently whenever he laughed. I would have moved but the theater was packed. In reality I should have just left then and there since once the movie started he proceeded to pull pieces of skin from his face and eat them throughout the entire movie. I have lived in NY long enough and I am close enough to a period to not worry about asking someone to cease such disgusting behaviour beside me, but the thought of him actually talking to me managed to melt my nose hair in anticipation. I suppose he could have been removing, and belatedly enjoying, the remnants of a fruit facepack applied earlier and which he had forgotten to wash off before stepping out and mingling with members of the public, but the putrid smell of his breath was a sure giveaway that the man enjoyed nothing more than snacking on rotten flesh. His own.

Art School Confidential is pretty crap.

The Sea, on the other hand is fucking excellent.