We could’ve gone and visited the city of a thousand planets, but I don’t think either of us has gotten over paying good money a couple of years ago to see “Lucy.” Plus, my schedule change earlier this year made a matinee easier for both of us, and we figured we’d support the Grand Lake Theater. So we went and were amused by the cousins on-screen and annoyed by our brothers off-screen who talked through trailers and couldn’t keep pace with the plot’s advances.
Fortunately, there weren’t any bad actors in front of us. Andy Serkis will pull down awards somewhere if there’s any justice, and so may Woody Harrellson. But the ones sitting a few rows behind us could’ve used a strong dose of the simian flu, or whatever variant of disease wound up playing a pivotal role in this version of the film. Burroughs said that language is a virus. He wasn’t wrong about that.