My friend Adam (who now has his own blog, The Train's Whistle) is trying to talk me into going to see it with him. I keep telling him no, but he is persistent. As much as I would like to see this movie, I am more than happy to wait until it comes out on DVD. That is what I do with almost all movies. I very rarely actually go to the movie theater. The last movie I saw in theaters was Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland in March 2010. Before that, it was Coraline in February 2009.
I really do enjoy movies. My Netflix account gets a very good workout, but I just don't enjoy the theater experience. In December 2006, Rocky Balboa was in theaters. Several of my friends decided to go together. I went because it was a chance to hang out with the guys. This group really doesn't get together very often and I thought it would be fun. My dad even decided to go.
I had to drive to the theater immediately after I got off work to meet with the group. Due to one of my complaints about movie theaters, I stopped to grab a few things before I got there. I refuse to pay $12 for a soda and some popcorn. I understand wanting to make money, but after paying close to $10 just to walk in the door, the concession prices are ridiculous. I don't want to have to take out a small loan just for an evening out, especially when the same movie will be available for a buck in a few months.
I arrived at the theater, bought my ticket and met up with the guys. After catching up with each other, the lights dimmed and the previews started. One of the guys looks around the group and says, "Don't judge me guys. I know we're not supposed to do this, but I can't pay those prices." He pulled a King Size Snickers bar out of his pocket.
Remember, I had just gotten off work, and it is really not that hard to do when wearing winter clothing.
Despite the fun we had that night, we would have had fun anywhere. It wasn't the theater that provided the good time. It was the company. In fact, the theater does it's best to prevent actual enjoyment.
When I am at home and have to go to the bathroom, I have the luxury of being able to pause the movie so that I don't miss anything. They will not do this for you at the movie theater. They don't give you a remote and it is apparently not voice activated. No matter how many times you say or yell 'PAUSE,' the movie keeps playing, but now it can't be heard because the other patrons are screaming at you.
At home, if I don't catch what someone said, I have the option to rewind it a few seconds. Most of the time, I turn the subtitles on. The movie theater doesn't care if you are partially deaf in one ear due to a misplaced picnic table during a bicycle stunt. It is your problem and just like the pause issue, nothing happens when you scream, "What did she say?" I always end up having to tap the shoulder of the guy in front of me to explain what I missed and he is rarely helpful. For some reason I always seem to end up behind a very grumpy man.
I excused myself from my seat, worked my way to the aisle in a packed theater and marched to the front row where these kids were sitting. I have worked with kids for years and had seen these types hundreds of times. I knew how to handle them. I stood in front of them, leaned close and whispered a few sentences.
They stared at me for a few seconds and then stood up and walked out. As I went back to my seat, the theater erupted in applause. As much as everyone appreciated what I had just done, I couldn't get any of them to catch me up on the last 20 minutes of the movie I had missed because of those kids.
As much as some people may believe that you just have to see certain movies on 'the big screen,' I have rarely found it to be worth it. Why pay over ten times the price and be forced to purchase their over-prices snacks? They won't pause it, won't rewind it and rarely take care of trouble customers unless they are especially problematic. At home, I have control of all that and the thermostat.
After trying to get comfortable the last time I went to the movies, the theater manager came to speak with me. Apparently, even he thinks I should watch movies at home if I want to lay in the floor in my boxers. He said something about building fires codes and indecency something or other. I wasn't really listening. I was trying to stay with the dialogue of the film. How rude.
Why should I hand over money to suffer these communist conditions? I will pay a buck, watch it at home, pause it for bathroom breaks, use my
You can even come join me, but bring your own snacks.