We could ruminate about Office Space, Mike Judge's ode to the weary cubicle worker. We could ponder it as biting social commentary, realist absurdism or as simply an enjoyable, above-average 90-minute comedy. Or we could be completely obnoxious and just belch up a bunch of references and lines of dialogue in a way that will only serve to confuse people who've never seen the movie before. So pin on your flair, grab your custom red Swingline and put coversheets on all your TPS reports. Here's the cure-all for your case of the Mondays, Mr. Samir Naga...Naga...Not gonna work here anymore, anyway. The ratio of people to cake may be too big, and you still may be trying to figure out just what the fuck "PC Load Letter" means, but just hang in there and maybe next weekend you can take the new chick from logistics out to Chotchkies for some pizza shooters, shrimp poppers and extreme fajitas. If things go well you might be showing her your "O" face. And watch out for your cornhole, bud. Office Space screens midnight Friday and Saturday at the Inwood Theatre, 5458 W. Lovers Lane. Call 214-764-9106 or visit landmarktheatres.com.
March 3, midnight