If you read this peevish little post from last month you might recall a complaint about the local theater monopoly’s refusal to show Sweeney Todd. Now they’ve done it again.

I shouldn’t be annoyed by this. I’d already decided to wait and catch Cloverfield on Netflix; it promises a Mothra-sized onslaught of motion-sickness-inducing unsteadycam and Very Loud Noises that will probably be a lot more comfortable at home in front of my TV, with my finger conveniently resting on the volume button of the remote. But now that it’s not opening Friday, I’ve developed a perverse desire to go out and see it.

On the bright side, it sounds like there’s a chance we’ll still get Sweeney Todd at some point.