Afterwards had some dinner with people, wherein I attempted (to appreciable modest success) to hone my skills of reading groen's mind and predicting which joke he will make/appreciate next.
Finally, saw "Big Fish" at Sherbrook. Hard to find fault with it. It seems somehow to be spiritual kin to the story in Baudolino, since it depends on the unreliable narrator's constant stream of bullshit stories being incredibly endearing and of the "oh man but I wish it were true" sort.