Howl

Saturday afternoon, Ash and I went to the Theatre N in Wilmington - the best independent theatre on Earth - and saw Howl. My niece isn't one to see serious films, but once I told her that hot hot hottie James Franco was the star, she was on board.
Not one to give film reviews, I did want to mention that about thirty minutes into the film an older gentleman who was in front of us got up and left the theatre. I thought that was so on point with the film's trial scenes. If one is offended by Allen Ginsberg's poem, one can simply not read it. It deserves to be published and to be read by those who choose to do so. Ashlee and I stayed and enjoyed the film, he got up and left and went on with his day. Ah...art imitating life...