I’m terribly sorry for my silence these last few days, but I’ve been a very busy little Geek. Also, there was some sort of server problem with my host that I didn’t become aware of until Sunday afternoon so I couldn’t post my thoughts on Harry Pothead until I got it sorted out. Everything’s back to normal now, so without further delay, here’s everything you didn’t ask to know and don’t care to hear about my weekend.
On Friday my friends and I went to see Harry Pothead and the Sorcerer’s Stoned. Being the Official Movie Psychopath that I am, I arrived at the theater eight hours before our scheduled showtime just so I could make sue we would have the best seats in the house.
Hey, It’s not as if I have a job or anything.
So I’m standing outside the theater, waiting for my friends to arrive when I think to myself, “Self, since we’re here so early, why don’t we charm one of these ticket-taker girls so that when all our friends do arrive we can get inside before anyone else and thereby get the best seats in the house?”
Yes, I do talk that way inside my own head. Shut up.
After a quick internal dream sequence, where this innocent seeming plan of action somehow became part of a brilliant scheme to take over the world using a movie ticket stub powered super ray gun, I went inside and spoke with one of the ticket-taking young ladies. She was kind enough to tell me all sorts of important, theater-insider-type information. Things like the bathrooms were on the third floor only, and today’s special at the concession stand was a house-sized bag of popcorn and a swimming pool of soda, and that they allow ticket-holders inside about an hour or so before the movie begins so they can wait on another line inside the theater.
Columbo’s got nothing on me.
A few hours later, after some more of my group had arrived, my brother Fishman had to use the bathroom so he went inside. When he came out he told me that he had charmed the ticket girl on the second floor and that we could go inside whenever we wanted. About two hours before the show Fishman, his girlfriend, HoBiscuit and I went inside to make sure we would have seats and were simply waved through by the ticket girl who didn’t even bother to check our tickets.
Did you catch that? We still had our un-ripped tickets!
I don’t know what it’s like where you are, but here in NY a movie ticket is $10 so it’s a fairly large investment. When you go to see a movie, if you buy tickets for friends who don’t show up for some reason, you can usually bring the unused tickets back to the window for a refund. That’s why the theater’s make sure to rip your ticket in half when you go inside to watch a movie. Since we were now inside the theater we didn’t really need the tickets anymore, but we could certainly use the money. Since the movie was sold out and no one had ripped our tickets it would have been very selfish of us to keep the tickets when there were so many less fortunate people outside without any tickets whatsoever. If you look at it that way, then bringing back our unused tickets for a refund was kind of like charity.
We’re a very charitable group.
If anyone wants to know about the movie, let me tell you it was a solid five on my BE scale. My BE scale goes from 0 to 10, with a ten being akin to looking into god’s left eye and a zero being the ultimate crapfest known as Battlefield Earth. Harry Potter was technically very good and extremely true to the book’s story but it lacked any feeling. There was no sense of awe or discovery when Harry’s world was turned upside down. When he discovers that he’s a wizard he merely accepts it as if someone had told him it looked like it would rain. The movie didn’t draw me into a new world. I saw Potter’s word, but I didn’t feel it. In essence, the movie lacked any ‘magic’, which is a shame because it looked really good and had so much potential. Since they’ve already begun filming the second movie, I hope they do better next time.
If you’re all real good, I’ll tell you about my Saturday outing at the CAN-struction exhibit tomorrow. I know you can hardly wait.
