The Only Screening of "The Art of Self-Defense"

I'd been meaning to see "The Art of Self-Defense" for a while. Despite the fact that it had only been put for two or three weeks, I was only able to find one showing. I made it work anyway.

It seemed worthwhile. It's a dark comedy that plays like a more charming "Fight Club" with a less charming ringleader. And where that movie's main man was made by the protagonist, the reverse is true here.
Since the readership of this blog is even smaller than the audience for this movie, I don't feel worried about saying that.

And Jesse Eisenberg's just generally fun to watch. He's like a prettier Woody Allen. Without the more problematic Woody Allen stuff.

Also. Because I was forced to see this movie earlier in the day than I otherwise would have, I ran into this acquaintance I hadn’t seen in years as I was leaving the cinema, and we reconnected amidst an adventure to seek a way to fix his lost ticket situation for a show at a bar I was playing at later in the week. So yeah. Good movie. Great day.

Bonus Question?

Best self-defense?

A good self-offense. Which is why all those comedians made careers around making fun of themselves before anyone else could. Which probably includes Woody Allen.