Your NiceWork movie reviewer parked his car in the mall lot and walked to the movie theater. That much he remembers.
He bought some treats at the treat stand. A Coke Zero™ and a medium popcorn.
They were good. He found a seat up there near the projector. It was quite a climb because the theater had “stadium seating.”
The movie involved nuns — or guys who look like nuns — who rob banks in Boston. They all live in Charlestown. One of the robbers falls in love with a beautiful girl bank manager that he had kidnapped for a few minutes during a bank robbery at the beginning of the story. His best friend is one of his crew and is very violent. He hits people with guns and disarms Improvised Explosive Devices (IED). He has a “Fightin’ Irish” tattoo on the back of his neck. This is important to the story. Rebecca Hall plays the beautiful girl bank manager.
That’s all your NiceWork reviewer can remember. As the end credits rolled, he carefully descended the stadium stairs, deposited his drink cup and popcorn bag in an appropriate receptacle, and left the theater. He soon found his car and drove home. There was a container of tuna salad in the fridge!
Mrs NiceWork read this post and called it a “damning” review. Such a conclusion saddened me because I intended the review as warm praise. The drink was good, the popcorn was good, the nuns with guns were bad nuns, but they were entertaining nuns so I forgive them. I urge all my readers to drop whatever they are doing and go see this fine movie whatever it is called.