While you might think the only "Notorious" I'm interested in refers to a certain (fabulous) 80s band, I was one of five who crossed the bay this past Friday evening to check out the film version at Oakland's storied Paramount Theater. (None of us had ever been.) The place is truly a trip: With $5 tickets, seats for 3,000, a real live organ player and a spin-the-wheel prize system that predates Bob Barker himself, I declare us all winners. My critique of Notorious as a movie generally centered on the fact that Ingrid Bergman wore sensible shoes the whole time (good), and that one of the supporting cast members' names was "Eberhard Krumschmidt" (also good). Would such a name be allowed in today's Hollywood? I think not.

Of course, there were the three people dressed as jokers (four, if you count me), and the fact that we were all dying for snacks, which I was told have been banned from the theater "since 1972!" There were also photo ops galore, and Sarah quickly learned that Jess is truly the standard to which Heather and I aspire. And let's not forget the prevue for Burn Witch Burn. Scary!