This summer a film center downtown was playing all four parts of this famous eight-hour Russian movie version of "War and Peace" here and there over the course of two weeks, and me and a friend of mine went to catch the first two-hour part, and ended up staying for the next two that night since they happened to be playing and the movie was like crack and each segment ended on a huge cliffhanger where either people died or the romances got more entangled or whatever the heck else is in the movie for cliffhangers.
Anyhow, after we left the film center at like 10pm and went to go home -- the fourth and last part wasn't playing that night, and we had just got out of the third segment, which was two hours of the Battle of Borodino, two solid hours of people firing and dying and armies clashing, no romance whatsoever, which was fucking sweet as all hell -- we were on the bus home talking about plot developments and the romances and the scenes we loved, and this old person dressed in black sitting behind us leaned forward and was like, "Excuse me, are you discussing 'War and Peace'?", and we were like "Yeah, definitely," and they were like, "My, only on the bus going back to [our university]," and you could just tell how self-satisfied this person was that they were living in a university neighborhood, so I let them preen for a few seconds and then was like, "But we saw the movie."
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