Most of us have suffered losses in the pandemic that currently still rages throughout the globe. Movie theaters and concert venues have been hit especially hard. I miss the movies and we've made a point to get out and see a couple of them in the past few months.
Few of the newer movies interest me. That's part of growing older. So we mostly get out and see older features. Fathom Events show classics and we enjoy seeing beloved films.
The AMC 24 theater in Hampton Virginia has been a favorite spot of mine since it opened in 1998. I've seen hundreds of movies since then. Part of me wished I had the money I've blown. We are looking toward early retirement and it would come in handy now. But I regret nothing. My memories of going to the movies are among my fondest recollections.
Groundhog Day was a Fathom Events pick for this month. It's always been a huge favorite of mine. Meatballs will probably always be my favorite Bill Murray movie, but Groundhog Day could well be his finest hour.
The showing was at 7:00 and we saw it as a real date night. Saturday night at the movies!
The theater was nearly empty. It's creepy in there, but going in brought me a flood of memories. The giant monolith, all lit up. The smell of roasting popcorn. The excitement of seeing something in the magical atmosphere of a movie theater.
We got in and found our pre-purchased seats. There weren't a lot of people there, but a few were already waiting. They were talking loudly already, and I knew without a doubt that it was going to be an unpleasant situation.
Rude people in theaters is an old complaint, but it is a fresh wound that hurts every time it happens. They politely ask everyone to remain quiet, but people ignore it.
We paid thirty dollars for two tickets, and twenty dollars for popcorn and a drink. Obscene prices, but we want to do out tiny part to keep the theater afloat. But to pay such prices only to be angry and frustrated is a particularly bad deal.
You know the types. They keep a running commentary through the whole feature. What they can possibly find to talk about is beyond me. Simply enjoying the movie in peace and quiet is not enough. Or hate the damned movie. Just be respectful and shut the hell up.
They must think others paid their money to hear them speak. But then I am sure I am giving these cretins too much credit to assume they think of others at all. Other people do not exist.
Everyone is special. Everyone is empowered. Everyone matters. Everyone is a badass.
We could have complained to the management or asked them to be quiet, but that generally makes it worse. Today's people react with hostility when faced with the slightest form of criticism.
We could have used that money for other things. We can afford fifty dollars, but there are things we want for our house and our yard. Money that could be spent on books. And there is that early retirement we dream about.
I prepurchased tickets to Pretty in Pink for Valentine's Day and we will go. If it is an unhappy experience we are pretty much through. There are too many other, better, ways to spend our time and our money. Time spent with books, in our backyard paradise, with our cats.
I spent much of the past year clearing out an area of woods we own and made our own little park. We have a DVD projector and a screen. When the weather breaks we can watch movies in our own way.
It hurts like hell to think that movies theaters might die, but the writing may already be on the wall. We are creatures of habit and everyone has gotten used to home streaming. Between the grossly high theater prices, the frightening idea of being exposed to a virus, and then add in the assholes who ruin the movie for decent ticketbuyers, it's hardly worth it anymore.
Times change, and they rarely do for the better. We are conveniencing ourselves to death, with entertainment, food, and everything else delivered right to our homes. Communities are dying.
So now people can sit and binge watch every show and movie franchise to their heart's content. The competing streaming services ought to give out free drool cups with each subscription.
Written by Mark Sieber
Few of the newer movies interest me. That's part of growing older. So we mostly get out and see older features. Fathom Events show classics and we enjoy seeing beloved films.
The AMC 24 theater in Hampton Virginia has been a favorite spot of mine since it opened in 1998. I've seen hundreds of movies since then. Part of me wished I had the money I've blown. We are looking toward early retirement and it would come in handy now. But I regret nothing. My memories of going to the movies are among my fondest recollections.
Groundhog Day was a Fathom Events pick for this month. It's always been a huge favorite of mine. Meatballs will probably always be my favorite Bill Murray movie, but Groundhog Day could well be his finest hour.
The showing was at 7:00 and we saw it as a real date night. Saturday night at the movies!
The theater was nearly empty. It's creepy in there, but going in brought me a flood of memories. The giant monolith, all lit up. The smell of roasting popcorn. The excitement of seeing something in the magical atmosphere of a movie theater.
We got in and found our pre-purchased seats. There weren't a lot of people there, but a few were already waiting. They were talking loudly already, and I knew without a doubt that it was going to be an unpleasant situation.
Rude people in theaters is an old complaint, but it is a fresh wound that hurts every time it happens. They politely ask everyone to remain quiet, but people ignore it.
We paid thirty dollars for two tickets, and twenty dollars for popcorn and a drink. Obscene prices, but we want to do out tiny part to keep the theater afloat. But to pay such prices only to be angry and frustrated is a particularly bad deal.
You know the types. They keep a running commentary through the whole feature. What they can possibly find to talk about is beyond me. Simply enjoying the movie in peace and quiet is not enough. Or hate the damned movie. Just be respectful and shut the hell up.
They must think others paid their money to hear them speak. But then I am sure I am giving these cretins too much credit to assume they think of others at all. Other people do not exist.
Everyone is special. Everyone is empowered. Everyone matters. Everyone is a badass.
We could have complained to the management or asked them to be quiet, but that generally makes it worse. Today's people react with hostility when faced with the slightest form of criticism.
We could have used that money for other things. We can afford fifty dollars, but there are things we want for our house and our yard. Money that could be spent on books. And there is that early retirement we dream about.
I prepurchased tickets to Pretty in Pink for Valentine's Day and we will go. If it is an unhappy experience we are pretty much through. There are too many other, better, ways to spend our time and our money. Time spent with books, in our backyard paradise, with our cats.
I spent much of the past year clearing out an area of woods we own and made our own little park. We have a DVD projector and a screen. When the weather breaks we can watch movies in our own way.
It hurts like hell to think that movies theaters might die, but the writing may already be on the wall. We are creatures of habit and everyone has gotten used to home streaming. Between the grossly high theater prices, the frightening idea of being exposed to a virus, and then add in the assholes who ruin the movie for decent ticketbuyers, it's hardly worth it anymore.
Times change, and they rarely do for the better. We are conveniencing ourselves to death, with entertainment, food, and everything else delivered right to our homes. Communities are dying.
So now people can sit and binge watch every show and movie franchise to their heart's content. The competing streaming services ought to give out free drool cups with each subscription.
Written by Mark Sieber
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