The Dollar Theater
faelad and I went to see Corpse Bride last night. First, we were too late, so we decided to have dinner instead and attend the next showing. We still had some extra time to kill before the next showing, so we went to Hasting's to see if they had a certain used CD he was wanting. They didn't have it. A Hasting's employee announced that all used CDs were $3.99 for that day only, so we looked again for any used CDs we might be interested in. There weren't any, which was just as well because it meant less money spent, but I did notice The Juliana Theory has a new CD out, as does My Chemical Romance, which is a band I've been meaning to get into.
So, we went to the dollar theater for the nine o'clock showing, and got there early. The projector was having technical difficulties (it was displaying the pre-movie slides very crookedly), and the movie started ten minutes late as they tried to correct the problem. It was a sort of crowded theater, too, so slowly all the audience members started talking and making lots of noise. This continued right through the previews and stopped a bit after the movie started.
Halfway through the movie, a hole appeared to burn through the film--the sort of thing you see happen in movies about going to the movies. There was a collective moaning, and someone in the front row yelled, "What the fuck?" It took several minutes to restart the movie, and it had to skip forward a second or two. It then played through without incident.
The last time we were at that theater, watching Batman Begins, someone was throwing pickles at us. One pickle chunk bounced off my head and landed neatly in his napkin.
It's annoying to live through, but makes for fun blogging.
So, we went to the dollar theater for the nine o'clock showing, and got there early. The projector was having technical difficulties (it was displaying the pre-movie slides very crookedly), and the movie started ten minutes late as they tried to correct the problem. It was a sort of crowded theater, too, so slowly all the audience members started talking and making lots of noise. This continued right through the previews and stopped a bit after the movie started.
Halfway through the movie, a hole appeared to burn through the film--the sort of thing you see happen in movies about going to the movies. There was a collective moaning, and someone in the front row yelled, "What the fuck?" It took several minutes to restart the movie, and it had to skip forward a second or two. It then played through without incident.
The last time we were at that theater, watching Batman Begins, someone was throwing pickles at us. One pickle chunk bounced off my head and landed neatly in his napkin.
It's annoying to live through, but makes for fun blogging.