Ever since we've moved to New York City, I've loved going to movies. This doesn't make economic sense, as Manhattan prices are outrageous. I must just like the feeling of having three theaters in walking distance. Side effects of this craze include feverish perusals of the Friday reviews in the Times, as well as ponderous reflection about the New Yorker's reviews.
Helen is more rational than me, so the mere proximity of theaters doesn't alter her behavior. She's both teased and expressed frustration at this craze. But as always she supports me in the end. One of my Christmas presents was a nice set of movie gift certificates.