Started off the morning with a trip down to the cheese fest with grouchychris, then up to Capitol Hill for coffee with nihilistech and amnotsurly. Then nihilistech convinced me that the possibility of shared pain lessened meant we should attend the afternoon's showing of The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy at the Cinerama. Neither of us hated it, nor loved it to pieces, but we were both glad we'd seen it. I was most strongly reminded of the prior non-print-media productions, less so of the books. I think most of my objections can be filed under "things done to Americanize the story/framework" which I may try to go into more formally later.
I do have to say, though, that I got all teary when I heard those first banjo notes from Journey of the Sorcerer, and was instantly back listening to the radio plays. That's one of those pieces of music that I adore all out of proportion to - well, anything about it, really, and I remember it drawing me to the Guide as much as anything else, at first.