Tuesday, October 30, 2018

Going To The Movies SUCKS

On a whim, I decided to see a flick tonight. It was a movie I'd wanted to see, but it disappeared fast. It's now at the cheap theater not far from me. Bad Time At the El Royale.

Met my brother at the theater and we went in. Got seats.

In comes a couple, mid-forties. White. They sit right behind us. After a while an old guy, probably pushing 65, comes in and sits at the end of my row.

That's it. Three other people besides us in the theater. The previews start so I go to the bathroom. The old guy in my row has stretched out, so I'm like "Excuse me". He doesn't fucking move his feet. So I just walk right through them after a second. Fuck him.

I'm back, and the movie starts. I notice the couple behind us are mumblers. They mumble about shit going on. The guy exclaims loudly when there are exciting deaths. He's like "Damn!" It's annoying as fuck, but not constant enough to berate them.

Then old guy--and this is mind-blowing--keeps pulling out his phone to check his texts. Like every 15 minutes. This is after 9pm--who the fuck is he texting? He checks it fast, then puts it away.

Until about 90 minutes into the movie, and he pulls it out and keeps it out. I'm staring at him, but he's acting oblivious. "Are you fucking kidding me?" I finally ask him. He doesn't respond.

Then I hear my brother say, "Hey, OLD RETARD. Put the phone away."

The guy doesn't respond, keeps texting. I'm wondering if he's deaf. My brother gets even louder. "ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID, OLD MAN?" The guy finally puts the phone away without looking at us.

Then he gets up with about 15 minutes left to the movie, and we never see him again. I guess he didn't want to deal with us after the movie, cuz I can assure you there would have been words.

On top of all this, about 30 minutes from the end of the movie, some asshat turns on the light in the projection booth, casting light down on us. At first I thought it was the couple behind us pulling out their cell phone.

The movie was decent. A bit long, with too much singing(you'll see), but worth a watch. It feels very 90's, Tarantino-ish.


Finished Mr. Mercedes season 2. It starts off fairly weak, but picks up toward the end, and the final episode has a pretty big moment that I didn't see coming. I'd really like to talk to someone who read the books to find out how faithful it is.


I'm already getting kinda bummed cuz Halloween is almost over. I can't even enjoy the last couple of days of October, cuz I'm feeling like winter is about to slap us.

Did I mention that when we got back from Sleepy Hollow, our heater wasn't working? So I've spent the last couple of days with my dad trying to fix it. We've fixed it a bunch of times in the past, but this time it's stumped my dad. I'm thinking it's because he's definitely lost a step after the stroke.

So now I have to pay someone to come out and fix it. One thing after the other, man.


Steve Pattee said...

Did you go with your brother Black M? JFC, I'm pretty sure the two of you would have killed the guy.

Cocksucker. I honestly don't miss going to the movies. Well, maybe a little, but the headache isn't worth it. People are shit.

Aric Blue said...

Yep, with Mike. You think my older religious brother is going to call an old guy "old retard"? :)