So my dear husband kicked me out of the house yesterday so I could have some "me" time. He's good like that. How did I spend my kid-free hours? At the movie theater with about fifteen bazillion other people that wanted to see the new Batman movie. The movie itself was pretty okay. Gotta say that Heath Ledger does, or did (God rest him), a good psychotic madman and Christian Bale, aka the man of the moment (there was a preview of the next Terminator movie starring himself during the Batman movie), is always cool. I'd say he rivals James Bond on the coolness of gadgets and Michael Caine and Morgan Freeman just make the movie. I have come to realize, however, that the movie experience itself is more meh.
My local theater has the nifty rocking theater seating which is always a plus. This was a brand new movie so it was shown in one of the big theaters (unlike the movies I usually see relegated to the movie theater boon docks, you know the ones that have a whopping five seats and a screen only slightly larger than my television at home. I know, why bother?) and I got there early and had my choice of seats. I personally like the ones behind the little fence thingy as I can rest my feet on it and not bother anyone. So I sat there in all the air-conditioned luxury waiting for the movie to start. A number of people began to stream in as it got closer to the showing time and seats started to fill up. Keep in mind that there were plenty of empty seats not near me that people could sit in. Lo and behold, some lady decides she needs to sit by me, as in the seat right next to mine. I have this personal space thing. If it's unavoidable, fine take the available seat, but there were plenty of other seats (some right down the row from me) and this lady decides she needs to sit next to me and hog all the armrest. Yeah, I will battle for armrest supremecy. So the movie hasn't even started and I'm already not in a good place. So I moved my drink (yeah it was sitting in the armrest next to the personal space invader) and try to get comfortable as I was not moving. I was there first damn it! The movie starts and this lady brings out the big guns. She has the supersized mondo bucket of popcorn and she's chomping away on it. No biggie as I have been known to mow down on some good popcorn (that day's corn was not that good in my opinion.) but then she busts out the candy bags that apparently refuse to open. So I get to listen to this lady try for what must have been 20 minutes to open her Skittles. You know the noise, plastic crunching, candy rattling. Oy vey! I was about to offer to open it for her if she would just shut up. My boss agrees with me as he can't stand to deal with people eating at the movie theater but he's a whole other issue.
Am I being unreasonable to think I should be able to watch a movie in peace and quiet and not listen to the candy monster next to me or grandma and grandpa discussing the juxtaposition of good and evil in the row behind me? Movies ain't cheap and I'd like to listen to it and not everyone else in the theater. Maybe I need anger management courses.
Why so serious at life.sa.laugh@hotmail.com.
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