An atypical audience at Cinema Paradiso last night. For one thing, there were a few people under the age of fifty. Everywhere in the world, art movie houses are the province of the young, but not in Fort Lauderdale. You could see it as a sign that we have the dullest youth, though my take on it is that we have the hippest seniors.
The reason for the change in clientele last night was the fact that the theater was showing the BCS game live. The downside of football on a big screen, I soon discovered, is commercials on a big screen. How much better the evening would have been if, instead of commercials, we could have watched interviews with the players 40 years in the future. A bald Tim Tebow still trying to figure out if the cliche is "we wanted to leave everything out there on the field" or "we didn't want to leave anything out there on the field."
He did. (Or didn't.) There was no last-minute comeback as in the Harvard-Yale game of '68. Then Yale quarterback Brian Dowling (aka God) left unvictorious; last night Tebow (aka Superman) lifted the trophy. It was good football, but I don't see it as a movie.
