I love going to the movies in the afternoon. The contrast between the bright light of day and intimate darkness of the theater adds immeasurably to a film’s escapist quotient. Maybe it triggers happy memories of Saturday afternoons when I was a kid. Maybe it’s the feeling of playing hooky from adult responsibilities. And maybe – a serious draw, I admit – it has something to do with the lower ticket price. For a somewhat more demented look at the matinee, check out this John Goodman film from 1993.