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May 14, 2005
Sixteen Bucks to Listen to Idiots Chatter
So mi amor and I went to the movies tonight. And I was the bigger dork - I made the decision to go to the earlier showing so that we could watch the first run of "Siskel and Roepert." (In Chicago, it airs around 10:35pm on Saturday and at 10:30am on Sunday. We usually watch it on Sunday, which means I miss half of "Meet the Press.")
Anyway, enough of the dorkiness. So we went to the OhPoh Cinema, where we were apparently some of the few people who didn't get the "talk like you're in your living room" memo.
The college students behind us had no volume control before the movie started, which is how I know they were college students. Then, once the movie began they somehow thought that by talking in normal indoor voices, no one else would hear their conversations. When the movie started and they were talking, I turned and stared at them. They didn't pick up the clue. When the movie continued and they were still talking, I turned around and said "Shut up." Later, when the idiot behind me decided to push her foot into the back of my chair (second biggest pet peeve at movie theatres, the first being ppl talking), I turned and stared at her. At that point, her male companion said something about her not talking anymore. He was very loud and completely missing the point. Luckily the idiot realized that I wanted to be left alone and stopped kicking in my chair.
Wondering what movie we went to see? It was one that Ebert calls a "must see," named "Crash." This is one of those times when Ebert got it wrong. He gave the damn movie four stars! Mi chavo pointed me to a much better review at the NYT by A.O. Scott. He really sums up the movie in the second to last graph:
It is at once tangled and threadbare; at times you have trouble keeping track of all the characters, but they run into one another with such frequency that, by the end, you start to think that the population of Los Angeles County must number in the mid-two figures - all of it strangers who hate one another on sight.
In other dorky movie news, we got our Star Wars tix - 4:30am this Wednesday, projected digitally. Yes, we are going at the crack of dawn. This way, we can avoid the chattering masses and take ourselves out to breakfast before work. Wow. I really did just admit that. My apologies.
Posted by cj at May 14, 2005 10:47 PM