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Onward Bound

Sometimes life is tough. Sometimes life is awesome. Sometimes it a little bit of both. Either way, you have to keep going. I'll be running, laughing, crying and sharing it all here.

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    Wednesday, January 09, 2008

    Two great movies. Two horrible movie watching experiences.

    I love going to the movies. I love the theater experience. It's the popcorn and the velvet seats and the previews. It's just fun. What makes it even better? Going to see movies you WANT to see. Good movies. Movies that make you think. What makes it awful?

    Well, let's start with movie #1. Great movie (although a tad violent for my personal tastes.) But great movie. And while I like supporting local businesses, there is a theater near my house that I will not be returning to. I think our home t.v. is larger than the screen in our theater. And the curtain didn't open all the way, so the edges of the movie were playing on the curtain. This movie is hard to watch, and it's deep. It doesn't need a peanut gallery talking throughout the film. Let's just say the audience clearly had no idea what they were walking into when they saw that matinée. They should have gone to see this movie instead.

    Movie #2.
    Another fantastic film. We decided to see it at 11 a.m. on a Sunday. In the past, this has been a great time for us to see movies. It's not crowded, you still have your day ahead of you when you are done and it's cheaper. Apparently others have caught onto this because it was packed. Matt and I picked the top row because I like to sit so that I'm centered with the screen. (OCD much?) We scootched on to the middle of the row and I was happily enjoying my child-size popcorn snack pack. T-minus 2 minutes prior to showtime this lady sits next to me and whispers to me, "I'm going to ask you guys a favor. I have about six friends coming and we need these seats. Can you please scoot down two seats.?" Ok, she said please, but I was ticked. I picked my center of the row with care. There were still seats left down front and it's not my fault that her late friends weren't going to have primo seating. We scooted down, shooting death looks to her. Then her friends march in 5 minutes into the movie and she proceeds to dramatically wave both arms to catch their attention. Then she proceeded to laugh loudly at the parts that weren't even that funny. SO annoying. I probably wouldn't have minded if I weren't already ticked off.

    I'm willing to bet neither she nor her loud, late friends knew a thing about this movie before they came. I bet they know nothing about the screenwriter or her book.


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