I recently had the unique opportunity to see Slumdog Millionare...an outstanding and inspirational film. What made it even better, was that this was an actual movie for adults. I rarely get the chance to go to the movies unless I'm with a posse of 12 year old giggling girls who seem to know the words to every song in High School Musical 3 even before the movie is released. It's either that or something featuring animated penguins.
This was quite the rare occasion. I was actually giddy walking into the theater. Two thirds of the way through the movie, I ran out for a few seconds to visit the ladies room and ran back in so I wouldn't miss any more than I already had. It was dark. Really, really dark. I waited a bit for a scene with more light...none came. So, I stumbled down the aisle on my way back to the approximate location of my seat and quickly sat down. I couldn't figure out why it was so cold. Then...I wondered where that really bad odor was coming from? It sort of reminded me of Grand Central Terminal in the pre-Rudy Giuliani days. It was overpowering, but the movie was almost over and this was an honest to goodness REAL MOVIE FOR GROWN-UPS! I had to stick it out, who knew when this opportunity would come again?
Finally I realized that this wasn't my seat. Also, it wasn't just cold. It was wet. Very wet...I'm talking sponge here. It wasn't soda or fruit punch or water. Nope. It was the end result of what happens when one consumes large quantities of soda, fruit punch or water.
When the credits started to roll, I tied my jacket around my waist and stomped out to my car.
Those animated penguins are looking better than ever.
This was quite the rare occasion. I was actually giddy walking into the theater. Two thirds of the way through the movie, I ran out for a few seconds to visit the ladies room and ran back in so I wouldn't miss any more than I already had. It was dark. Really, really dark. I waited a bit for a scene with more light...none came. So, I stumbled down the aisle on my way back to the approximate location of my seat and quickly sat down. I couldn't figure out why it was so cold. Then...I wondered where that really bad odor was coming from? It sort of reminded me of Grand Central Terminal in the pre-Rudy Giuliani days. It was overpowering, but the movie was almost over and this was an honest to goodness REAL MOVIE FOR GROWN-UPS! I had to stick it out, who knew when this opportunity would come again?
Finally I realized that this wasn't my seat. Also, it wasn't just cold. It was wet. Very wet...I'm talking sponge here. It wasn't soda or fruit punch or water. Nope. It was the end result of what happens when one consumes large quantities of soda, fruit punch or water.
When the credits started to roll, I tied my jacket around my waist and stomped out to my car.
Those animated penguins are looking better than ever.
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