Crispy and I had some excellent (albeit painfully hip) Thai food and caught Spider-Man tonight, making that three times I’ve seen it. It’s not a Great Film or anything like that, but it’s one of those that really won’t be worth seeing on a small screen (although the DVD does come out next week), so we figured that since it was showing for free at NYU, it couldn’t really be a waste of money. Watching feature films at Cantor is always a little strange, and not just because I’ve had classes there (so I keep waiting for a professor to come in and hand out lecture notes). The theatres are relatively small as theatres go, although quite large as lecture halls go, and the fact that the audicence usually consists of NYU students gives the whole thing the atmosphere of being someone’s very large, cozy living room. When Spencer and I saw the same movie at the big-ass Union Square theatre, there may have been stadium seating, but there weren’t flocks of smartass twentysomethings making fun of the painful action-movie dialogue. And really, what’s an action movie without smartass twentysomethings to make fun of it?