A rainy Saturday in Manhattan screams movies.

Nothing much in theaters that is beguiling.

I had read amazing reviews about, Moonlight, which opened Friday in NYC and Los Angeles.

David and I parted ways as he was up for action and the new Tom Cruise film, Jack Reacher: Never Go Back.

I should have joined David. I got depression, repression and very little dialogue.

I wanted to love the film, but I didn’t, although it was austere, earnest and honest.

Before the movie even started I was hassled by a homeless man who insisted he had booked my seat and the three next to him to fill with his Citarella shopping bags full of garbage.

I gladly relented and had my seat changed.

Settled into my new seat and another oddball claimed that my seat was his.

No, move on, jackass.

He then hassled the row behind me.

During the scuffle, a young foreign woman kept looking at me with fear in her eyes…cut to the chase, another crazy had been propositioning her and she wanted to know if she could come sit by me.

She was pretty shaken. I put on my mother mantle, calmed her down and then I reported my second freak of the day.

All this within a 10 minute time span.

The first 30 minutes of the film I was on red alarm for a gun totting maniac to enter the theater, guns blazing.

Maybe that’s why I didn’t love Moonlighting.

Meanwhile, David had a great time.

We then walked the dogs through Central Park in a light rain over to Madison Avenue.

I needed a new watchband so we ventured into Tourneau.

I have a difficult watch to fit a strap with and didn’t want to spend the requisite $390 for a watchband…insanity.

I was rejected at Tourneau, 6 jewelry stores and online.

The watchband cannot be duplicated.

Guess who had to spend food money on a watchband…no food for you for the next 2 weeks, but I will be on time and capable of recounting every minute of depravation.