we're done here; let's go home

I don't like voluntarily missing piggybedtime (nor involuntarily, for that matter) but an idle check of schedules towards the end of last week indicated that there might not be many opportunities remaining, given that it's too long to fit into a lunchtime and that the remaining showings are scattered oddly throughout the day (except at Fountain Park, which would require an afternoon off. The music has settled in nicely, except for the odd wee mis-level. Some of the clankier moments seem, through habituation, a bit less clanky. It seems odd that there is now less time remaining until the DVD release than has passed since the first (and definitely still the best) viewing at the Cameo. I had wondered if it would be feasible to sample it once at every cinéma in the city, but that would be a job for someone else. I merely managed three mainstream chains (or probably chain, as I think they're all the same further upstream) and one Picturehouse in three different calendar months using three different bicycles.