Irony
On the day of the anti-SOPA blackout, I start a new job. At a movie theater.
And I’m okay with that.
Because going to the theater; sitting down in that mysterious cave; hearing the projector rattle and hum; letting my eyes adapt to the flicker of carefully planned, executed and framed images; feeling the sounds from every angle, on every part of my being; sharing a similar experience with another person; discussions; reflections; analysis; self-analysis, through film…
It’s wonderful!
Now, I haven’t been in a position to spend $30, just on tickets, every time I want to see a film with my friends. I haven’t been able to take my girlfriend on a real “dinner and a movie” date. And that sucks. So, when a pirated, passed-around, bicycle of a movie, or a nameless award screener comes my way, I’m not going to turn it down. They’re just so easy to come by. A few clicks and it’s there.
No lines. No people. No $4 fee for 3D glasses. No trailers for movies we don’t care about. Plus, we can enjoy it in our own cave. I mean, isn’t that why Sony makes a 600-inch, 1080p, 3D, HD, LCD, 100kHz TV in the first place? Those suckers are Internet-ready, begging for pirated entertainment to be viewed in pristine clarity for our enjoyment. And they still make a buck or two regardless!
While it might not include the same mystery, it still serves the same overall purpose - entertainment.
So, if you have the opportunity to get two hours of pleasure from the entire movie-going experience, come on down to a theater, perhaps an independent one, like the one I’ll be working at. Do yrself that favor. Buy a couple of tickets and enjoy the experience with someone.
If you come by mine, I’ll make sure yr seats are plush, yr popcorn’s hot and buttery, the film looks as it was intended and you leave with a smile on yr face. Because I love movies. And I’m pretty sure you do too.
