Trupe took a few hours off from fatherhood today and we went to see the horror movie 'The Strangers.' We only had a small window of time, so we ended up having to see it at the Logan Square Theater. A tiny rundown old moviehouse. And not the glory-days of moviehouse old, just old and kind of crappy.

There were four handwritten warnings on the movie poster out front explaining that the the film is not for children.

Still, about 50% of the sparse audience was made up of a woman and her four children, ranging from an infant to a sullen early teenager. A little boy of about nine bounced around and stared up at the screen where a young couple was being terrorized by a trio of masked killers.

Across the aisle from the family was a man who was either drunk or on something and I'm pretty sure started vomiting near the end of the movie. But vomiting in a very assured way (as if vomiting were a familiar companion), leaning over to the side, puking in front of the empty seat next to him, peering back up at the screen for a moment to see if Liv Tyler was going to be alright, then back down to vomit, then back up to the screen again. Like that.

Trupe: That was a good place to see a horror movie because the theater itself is fucking scary.