This seems to be the summer of movie's. A few year's ago, while my time was still fairly loose, I decided to take in whatever movie came along. If it even remotely interested me in any way I’d go see it. I can’t recall one movie that I saw in that period of time.
I did, however, see “Get Smart” on Friday. It was probably the most low-key movie I’ve seen in a while. There were a few scene's with a lot of action but everything else was fairly laid back for a secret agent movie. I judge a movie on the journey, not on the destination so I would have to say that I enjoyed the trip.
My biggest issue with it is that it was too far removed from the original. There were joke's going off that no one was laughing at (but me) because they paid tribute to the original.
So I’m in the theater early so I can get a good seat (plus I live right across the street from the place) and I choose the center seat in the top row. The theater has an upper level and a lower level with the entrance doors making an aisle that separate's the two halves. Obviously, there are some other people in there by the time I arrive.
The later it gets the more the place fill's up. I’m still high on my perch watching the masse's arrive through both entrance's. I’m amazed there are still seat's available but I know I’ve got one empty seat on each side of me.
The light's go down and the preview's begin. There is a foursome of teenage girl's standing on one side of the theater by the entrance. It’s safe to assume they’re looking for 4 seats together but there are none to be had. I can see them scanning the seating arrangement for quite a few minute's. Every now and then I can see them point up toward's me but I act like I’m watching the preview's.
Two of the girl's split off and kindly ask a couple in the second row to move over so they can sit down. The couple oblige's. The other two girls walk across to the other side of the theater, still scanning the seat's, and stand by the other entrance. We’re pretty deep into the preview's now and the start of the movie is imminent.
My only thought is “if they ask me, I’ll move over”, but I have to admit it would be difficult to get to me where I am. Then, the pair walk's back across the theater and starts ascending the stair's to my level. “Oh, boy… here we go” I’m thinking to myself. Apparently they had spied some seat's on the top row that were separated and whoever was sitting there was willing to move so they could sit together.
So, there I sat, in a crowded theater with two empty seat's next to me, feeling a little pathetic. Really? No one wanted to sit next to me? I feel that way sitting in church sometime's. I feel this empty ‘bubble’ around me where no one is sitting. It cement's this feeling I have that I am giving off some kind of vibe that is turning people off. There is a stink on me and I don’t know how to wash it off.
Saturday rolls around and I really want to sleep in. I turn off the ringer on my house phone and turn off my cell phone. Why can’t I sleep in when I want to? There’s an anxiousness' as I lay there in bed, my body keeps telling me to get out of bed and do something. During the week it’s everything I can do to get up out of bed.
I ran some errands and puttered around the house. Went to mass at 5:30 and headed to Superman’s place after. It was probably 7:00 by the time I got there. We ended up playing “Rock Band” on his Xbox. I can’t tell you how silly I felt pushing colored buttons in time with the music. It reminded me of the mice who eat the pellet's when the bell is rung.
We talked a little but by then it was very late (early morning?) and I had the instinct for sleep. Again, I wanted to sleep in but had made plan's to meet my brother and his family to see “Wall-E” the next morning. I won’t say we had the theater to ourselve's but it was a fairly sparse crowd.
So I’ve pryed myself out of bed and I’m driving to the theater when my cell phone goe's off. I’m thinking “jeez, give me a chance, I’m on my way – and NOT late”. It’s my Mom and she tell's me that my sister Kay is having surgery on Monday. I didn’t know she was sick. I don’t want to be graphic here so I’ll just say she was having some stomach problem's.
Okay, so I make it to the theater about 20 minutes before the appointed time. I'm in the lobby with my ticket and have heard nothing from my brother, so I give him a call. “We’ll be leaving the house in a few minutes” he tell's me. This is with about 10 minutes before the show time. Naturally, he and the family swoop in with no time left and they get their movie snack's. By the time our butt's hit the seat, the preview's begin.
The movie Wall-E is a rare breed, none like I’ve seen in a long time. The movie is about 2 hour's long with probably 10 minutes of actual dialog. All the plot, humor and humanity come from action and other form's of non-verbal communication. I thought it was very well done.
So I get home somewhere around 1:30 in the afternoon because I stopped and got something to eat (I didn’t have any breakfast) when my sister Dee calls and asks, “Hey, you want to go visit Kay in the hospital?” So we make a run to the hospital with a couple of Kay’s kids and sit there and talk for a while.
I heard earlier today that Kay made it through surgery okay and that she’ll be home in a few days. Her recovery time will be about 2 month's, though. The human body is an amazing thing and her nurse (who visited a couple time's while we were there) was a little hottie.
I did, however, see “Get Smart” on Friday. It was probably the most low-key movie I’ve seen in a while. There were a few scene's with a lot of action but everything else was fairly laid back for a secret agent movie. I judge a movie on the journey, not on the destination so I would have to say that I enjoyed the trip.
My biggest issue with it is that it was too far removed from the original. There were joke's going off that no one was laughing at (but me) because they paid tribute to the original.
So I’m in the theater early so I can get a good seat (plus I live right across the street from the place) and I choose the center seat in the top row. The theater has an upper level and a lower level with the entrance doors making an aisle that separate's the two halves. Obviously, there are some other people in there by the time I arrive.
The later it gets the more the place fill's up. I’m still high on my perch watching the masse's arrive through both entrance's. I’m amazed there are still seat's available but I know I’ve got one empty seat on each side of me.
The light's go down and the preview's begin. There is a foursome of teenage girl's standing on one side of the theater by the entrance. It’s safe to assume they’re looking for 4 seats together but there are none to be had. I can see them scanning the seating arrangement for quite a few minute's. Every now and then I can see them point up toward's me but I act like I’m watching the preview's.
Two of the girl's split off and kindly ask a couple in the second row to move over so they can sit down. The couple oblige's. The other two girls walk across to the other side of the theater, still scanning the seat's, and stand by the other entrance. We’re pretty deep into the preview's now and the start of the movie is imminent.
My only thought is “if they ask me, I’ll move over”, but I have to admit it would be difficult to get to me where I am. Then, the pair walk's back across the theater and starts ascending the stair's to my level. “Oh, boy… here we go” I’m thinking to myself. Apparently they had spied some seat's on the top row that were separated and whoever was sitting there was willing to move so they could sit together.
So, there I sat, in a crowded theater with two empty seat's next to me, feeling a little pathetic. Really? No one wanted to sit next to me? I feel that way sitting in church sometime's. I feel this empty ‘bubble’ around me where no one is sitting. It cement's this feeling I have that I am giving off some kind of vibe that is turning people off. There is a stink on me and I don’t know how to wash it off.
Saturday rolls around and I really want to sleep in. I turn off the ringer on my house phone and turn off my cell phone. Why can’t I sleep in when I want to? There’s an anxiousness' as I lay there in bed, my body keeps telling me to get out of bed and do something. During the week it’s everything I can do to get up out of bed.
I ran some errands and puttered around the house. Went to mass at 5:30 and headed to Superman’s place after. It was probably 7:00 by the time I got there. We ended up playing “Rock Band” on his Xbox. I can’t tell you how silly I felt pushing colored buttons in time with the music. It reminded me of the mice who eat the pellet's when the bell is rung.
We talked a little but by then it was very late (early morning?) and I had the instinct for sleep. Again, I wanted to sleep in but had made plan's to meet my brother and his family to see “Wall-E” the next morning. I won’t say we had the theater to ourselve's but it was a fairly sparse crowd.
So I’ve pryed myself out of bed and I’m driving to the theater when my cell phone goe's off. I’m thinking “jeez, give me a chance, I’m on my way – and NOT late”. It’s my Mom and she tell's me that my sister Kay is having surgery on Monday. I didn’t know she was sick. I don’t want to be graphic here so I’ll just say she was having some stomach problem's.
Okay, so I make it to the theater about 20 minutes before the appointed time. I'm in the lobby with my ticket and have heard nothing from my brother, so I give him a call. “We’ll be leaving the house in a few minutes” he tell's me. This is with about 10 minutes before the show time. Naturally, he and the family swoop in with no time left and they get their movie snack's. By the time our butt's hit the seat, the preview's begin.
The movie Wall-E is a rare breed, none like I’ve seen in a long time. The movie is about 2 hour's long with probably 10 minutes of actual dialog. All the plot, humor and humanity come from action and other form's of non-verbal communication. I thought it was very well done.
So I get home somewhere around 1:30 in the afternoon because I stopped and got something to eat (I didn’t have any breakfast) when my sister Dee calls and asks, “Hey, you want to go visit Kay in the hospital?” So we make a run to the hospital with a couple of Kay’s kids and sit there and talk for a while.
I heard earlier today that Kay made it through surgery okay and that she’ll be home in a few days. Her recovery time will be about 2 month's, though. The human body is an amazing thing and her nurse (who visited a couple time's while we were there) was a little hottie.