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Jun. 29th, 2004 11:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thebitterguyJesus, I’m never going to a Ciniplex Odeon theatre again.
We went to our normal AMC (the ‘un-crowded one’ at Courtney Park) and found it was, in fact, very crowded. So we bought advanced tickets for Spider-Man 2, and figured we’d give the Ciniplex at Square One a try.
Sweet God. What a horrible, horrible mistake.
Before I begin my diatribe, allow me to say that they DO have real butter on the popcorn. For fifty cents extra. Appreciated, but gouge-tastic!
Okay, so F 9/11 was crowded. This shouldn’t have come as a surprise to anyone. But would it have been to hard to have A) signs to let people know where the line was, and B) an usher to watch the line? I had to walk further up to make sure we were in the right line (for all I knew, they were in line to see Deewaar). Once we were in, we were lucky enough to be seated next to what I can only presume was a pack of some kind of shaved chimps.
The alpha chimp enjoyed the movie very much. In fact, when Moore juxtaposed the film with rock music enjoyed by the troops, he was able to sing along! That’s just delightful, if you ask me.
We asked him to please shut the fuck up a few times, but that failed to achieve the desired result (the actually shutting the fuck up), so he hooted and hollered along for a while. An usher, once again, would have been useful.
But the coup de grace, the piece de resistance, the People’s Elbow, the big leg drop, the TRUE finisher to the evening was… The vomit.
At the exit of the theatre were two large pools of vomit that had begun to sink into the carpet. Now, judging from their state, they’d probably been there a while (perhaps since the film had images of dead Iraqi babies and maimed Iraqi children, but people don’t really notice dead Arabs anymore, do they? They pretty much count as scenery), but once again, nothing was really done.
In fact, I had to LOOK for ushers (gathered behind the long closed snack bar for whatever reason), and let them know there was, in fact, twin pools of puke setting into the carpet in #6.
So, yes. That harmed the enjoyment of the film. The one thing I have to take away is that people seem to think that Moore’s portrayal of Dubya indicates he’s alternately an imbecile or a cunning super villain. I didn’t get that at all. He’s just a kinda dumb guy who’s gotten in way over his head, and is doing what he thinks is best. Which is up for debate.
Overall, it does kinda paint the Saudis in an overly sinister light (since they all DO look the same, a few names would have been nice, to show who was being glad-handed by a Bush at any particular moment.
Oh, yeah: a note to a Certain Fellow Gamer. Just because the average roll is seven doesn’t mean that’s what you’ll roll. You’re LIKELY to roll it, yeah, but, dude, it’s a CURVE, not a STRAIGHT LINE.
If you weren’t so afraid to take a chance, Buffy would still be ALIVE today.
Think about that.
We went to our normal AMC (the ‘un-crowded one’ at Courtney Park) and found it was, in fact, very crowded. So we bought advanced tickets for Spider-Man 2, and figured we’d give the Ciniplex at Square One a try.
Sweet God. What a horrible, horrible mistake.
Before I begin my diatribe, allow me to say that they DO have real butter on the popcorn. For fifty cents extra. Appreciated, but gouge-tastic!
Okay, so F 9/11 was crowded. This shouldn’t have come as a surprise to anyone. But would it have been to hard to have A) signs to let people know where the line was, and B) an usher to watch the line? I had to walk further up to make sure we were in the right line (for all I knew, they were in line to see Deewaar). Once we were in, we were lucky enough to be seated next to what I can only presume was a pack of some kind of shaved chimps.
The alpha chimp enjoyed the movie very much. In fact, when Moore juxtaposed the film with rock music enjoyed by the troops, he was able to sing along! That’s just delightful, if you ask me.
We asked him to please shut the fuck up a few times, but that failed to achieve the desired result (the actually shutting the fuck up), so he hooted and hollered along for a while. An usher, once again, would have been useful.
But the coup de grace, the piece de resistance, the People’s Elbow, the big leg drop, the TRUE finisher to the evening was… The vomit.
At the exit of the theatre were two large pools of vomit that had begun to sink into the carpet. Now, judging from their state, they’d probably been there a while (perhaps since the film had images of dead Iraqi babies and maimed Iraqi children, but people don’t really notice dead Arabs anymore, do they? They pretty much count as scenery), but once again, nothing was really done.
In fact, I had to LOOK for ushers (gathered behind the long closed snack bar for whatever reason), and let them know there was, in fact, twin pools of puke setting into the carpet in #6.
So, yes. That harmed the enjoyment of the film. The one thing I have to take away is that people seem to think that Moore’s portrayal of Dubya indicates he’s alternately an imbecile or a cunning super villain. I didn’t get that at all. He’s just a kinda dumb guy who’s gotten in way over his head, and is doing what he thinks is best. Which is up for debate.
Overall, it does kinda paint the Saudis in an overly sinister light (since they all DO look the same, a few names would have been nice, to show who was being glad-handed by a Bush at any particular moment.
Oh, yeah: a note to a Certain Fellow Gamer. Just because the average roll is seven doesn’t mean that’s what you’ll roll. You’re LIKELY to roll it, yeah, but, dude, it’s a CURVE, not a STRAIGHT LINE.
If you weren’t so afraid to take a chance, Buffy would still be ALIVE today.
Think about that.
