the Vic is a chicago landmark, a slightly grimy old historic concert hall just around the corner from our old apartment in lakeview. i walked by there on a daily basis for two years but somehow never managed to go inside for anything, concert or otherwise, until i finally made it to a Brew n View. the whole experience was pleasantly remenicent of Flicks (the student movie night in college): the movies are six months out of date, the crowd raucous, and shouting at the screen is still encouraged, but in this version, there’s also beer! 5 dollars and an ID gets you admission to a double feature of slightly-aged movies, and access to cheap and plentiful beer. amazingly, the 40-year-old virgin (a film that wild horses couldn’t have dragged me to see but peer pressure finally succeeded), turned out to be much funnier, and have more heart, than the wedding crashers, which looked like a 90-minute j.crew commercial that left me wishing i’d had more to drink and that Owen Wilson would get a damn haircut.