“Ooh, look, that’s expensive
champagne!” Boy, did I get
a look when I made that
exclamation. Here we are,
clamming up in the hallway
of the home in which we are,
what, breaking and entering?
It’s a game we like to play
on occasion. I mean, it’s our
home. Our cozy little place.
But then, “Look, the pictures,
here on the wall, who are
these people!?” And so I look,
and am suddenly so far removed
from cozy, from comfortable, my
heart races, and I’m transplanted
right into that moment in the film
before which the criminals are
found, just before they are
pulverized by the good guys.
