Portland didn't get a castmember appearance--Big Damn Disappointment--and our screening was extra-long and complicated because the reels were out of order. There was a huge disconnect from one scene to the next, then everything ground to a halt and the lights came up. The official from Universal stood to ask us if we wanted to correct the problem or carry on, but before he got three words out, the audience as one said, "Fix it. We'll wait."
So we had a twenty-minute intermission while reels were put right, then we got to see several early scenes a second time. If it had happened any later in the movie, I'd've killed someone, I think.
We got out at 1:00 a.m., and, unwilling to go silently home, some of us met up at a late-night place, Montage, starving but with no appetite at all. So we drank. And decompressed. I found a shot of Laphroig very...salutary.
I can't stop thinking about the movie. It woke me after only three hours of sleep. It's that powerful.