Movie night, I heard more than once on Wednesday, was a misnomer. Convention organizers worked mightily to convince conventioneers about the event’s true nature, and about the evening’s value.

First of all, we learned, they would be showing a number of legal movies, but it wasn’t going to be a movie screening. Only portions would be shown.

And yes, there was going to be a live band—Sugahbeat—who had played at conventions past. But they, and the food, would all combine to complement the movies and the experience. It was a cool, hybrid thing.

Well, I bit. And I had a good time. But convention-attendees may not have gotten the message, as the room was pretty sparsely attended (in all fairness, I left by about 6:45, so it could have picked up and started hopping after I left—which happens with many parties).

That’s too bad, because a crowd would have enjoyed watching Chicago, Legally Blonde, Erin Brockovich and My Cousin Vinny. But still, the format would have made that a challenge.

That’s because the talented Sugahbeats were the sound in the room—the movie volumes were all off. We should be thankful for that, in a way, because (1) the band is really good and (2) four competing movies would cause a migraine. But more than once I caught myself thinking that the band was great and the movies, silent though they were, were a distraction. But then I would gaze at the screen and think, “That’s a great scene! I wish I could hear it again without the band playing.” I mean, Joe Pesci uttering “yoots” or regaling the judge with an explanation of his clothing suggestion? That begs to be heard. (For that amazing scene, go here.)

I may not be the only one to have felt that way. At least once—as the band covered Rehab by Amy Winehouse—the lead singer stared past the tables of listeners to look into the eyes of Julia Roberts as the plucky Brockovich. Roberts held the singer’s gaze for more than a few beats, and I could swear that the crooner wished, just for a moment, to watch that cool scene beginning to end.

I hear you, sister. I hear you.

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