You tricky little devil, you marketing genius, you. Did you read my blog “For the love of Ryan Gosling… SHUT IT!” a few years ago and realize I was breaking up with you and in an effort not to lose me forever you set a plan in motion to win back my love? Because it worked, I do love you again Cineplex and I think our love story is one for the movies…
Cineplex and had a turbulent relationship to say the least. We started out as friends; I remember the great adventures of my childhood when “he” introduced me Indiana Jones at the Eaton Center or The Land Before Time at Warden Woods. We were so innocent then. But soon our relationship blossomed, and we began spending every weekend together. Snuggled up with popcorn, a Jumbo Coke and friends, “he” took me places that were Fast and Furious, and made me feel special when “he” asked me to Save the Last Dance. But Cineplex had issues “he” needed to work out, issues “he” chose to stay in the dark about and my staying was only enabling “him”. Continue reading
My first trip to the theatre was opening weekend of The Twilight Saga, Breaking Dawn. (For the record, I am not a Twihard, but I did read the books and thought they were an alright fluff read.) Some of you may think I am crazy for going opening weekend, but there is a method to my obvious madness – I HATE being spoiled. I like to see for myself what scenes they chose to use from the books, what dress she wore, what songs were included etc.
We got there about 30 minutes before the movie started to make sure we got good seats, and there was little to no line-up. I thought to myself, this is a good sign…so wrong. By the time the trailers started the theatre was packed with people of all ages and sexes.
When the movie started I was blown away! Not by the opening sequence, but by the sheer RE-DONK-U-LOUSNESS of the people in the theatre! First, people were yelling out what they wanted “to do” to insert Vampire or Werewolf name here. You are not in your living room people, I don’t give a rats ass how hot you think he is. I also hate to break it to you, but he is NOT your husband and no matter how many times you say it (OUT LOUD), it won’t make it true. Second, what part of turn your cell phones off did you NOT understand? And lastly, who takes PICTURES of the damn screen? I literally saw a girl stand up and her friend behind her took a picture of her in front of the screen so it “looked” like she was there with them. Have they not heard of the internet? There are plenty of better quality pictures there, use an online version of Photoshop and you would get much better results! It was crazy! In all seriousness, if I wanted to see stupidity I could have stayed home and watched Jersey Shore for free! What is wrong with these people?