After spending too much time trying to figure out why the Jennings needed to slide around on cars for encryption codes, I have given up on paying attention to the justifications for missions. The details aren't so much the plot, but rather subplots to drive along the meta narrative of marriage and what it means to live a double life.
On Thursday night, I purchased a ticket to the midnight showing of Dark Skies (along with fellow movie-writing folk Matt Singer and Jenni Miller) at the AMC Loews Village 7 in Manhattan's East Village. Dark Skies is the story of ... well, I still have no idea, to tell you the truth. If you must know, perhaps there's a nice summary on its Wikipedia page. Yes, I tried to see Dark Skies early on Friday morning, but things did not go smoothly. Along the way, I kept a running diary of what happened.