It was a rainy Saturday in Liverpool and she wasn’t sure if her FACT student membership card had expired that she had bought about a year earlier, so she ran the risk of having to pay £15 for a cinema ticket, and ‘payment declined’ shame. Esmeralda hadn’t been a student in years but LJMU put no expiry date on student cards so… there she was catching the matinee of First Man at 14.45. They arrived early, the membership card entitles you to 25% off at the bar, so they ate lunch in the garden and arrived at screen 2 with a pint of red wine and popcorn in hand at 15.03 just as the movie began. Sublime timing.
After some post movie research the movie is quite an accurate depiction of events, from a personal biographical perspective of Neil Armstrong. Unbeknowst to many, there were many deaths in a mix of test flights prior to the moon landing, and lots of ways it went terribly wrong. Perhaps one of the reasons people think the moon landing did not happen, is because it is a bonkers set of amazing genius circumstances and profound courage.
This wasn’t meant to be a movie critique, it was an announcement. After the movie and around the corner in Brewdog Esmerelda decided to commit relationship suicide. She declared her contentment in choice of partner, to her partner! Over Louisiana chicken wings dipped in blue cheese she told Haj that the thought of spending the rest of her life with that same penis made her happy, and that if they could just agree that they need not look else where, then they could relax, and get on with being recruited into the space programme.
He agreed and they both lived happily ever after.
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