on cars and cocksuckers
Jun. 10th, 2006 07:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
verbicideThe nine millionth, and not terribly original, rant you've read on stupid movie-going audiences:
Went to see Cars with Pete, and I can't believe how close I came to all-out hair-pulling. The horrid woman sitting next to me with her guy would not shut up. After being shushed, she stopped talking at FULL FUCKING VOLUME, but my GOD. Also, the movie was funny and I don't mind when people laugh obviously, but her full body seizures were a bit much. Gah. And she kept kicking me. So at one point I kicked back, to her surprise. She kept her feet to herself after that. I know, not the most mature move ever, but OH MY FUCKING GOD! Die, bitch, die! Have some fucking manners, and STFU!
Do these people not read articles about assholes-in-movie-theatres and how some of the decline of people seeing movies in theatres is because of such assholes? The articles are everywhere. How do they not recognize themselves for the social pariahs that they are?
Now, we went to go see a Saturday matinee of an animated movie, so I expected noisy kids, but I will never understand why people think it's okay to bring a screaming baby into a theatre. Kids were running loose, up and down the aisles. I actually felt pretty calm about all the chaos (if not the stupid ho sitting next to me), but it was a good reminder that it's worth it to wait to see these types of movies well after the kids are asleep.
Cars. I thought it was okay. Cute, and sweet. Pete convinced me that as die-hard Pixar fans, we should have faith and go, no matter what the New York Times says. But while it was more charming than I'd anticipated (even, surprisingly, that buck-toothed irritant from the previews), it was still a bunch of talking cars, which really don't do much for me. There were some very cute scenes and some very cute characters, but it's not something I'd watch again or buy. The animation was obviously amazing, and it's worth staying through to the end of the credits for a darling homage to Pixar films past. Pete did like it much more than I did. And I didn't have a bad time, but it lacks the genuinely amazing story qualities of Finding Nemo, Monsters, Inc., The Incredibles, etc. But it doesn't make me sour at Pixar; you can't knock it out of the park every single time, and I'm looking forward to what they offer up next.
After the movie, we walked to La Creperie Voila, which is just at the Convention Center. We got a savory (chevre, spinach, and red peppers) and a sweet (nutella, bananas, and whipped cream) and split each. They were phenomenal! Just like Paris, actually. It was wonderful!
So that was a lovely afternoon out. Tonight: a mini-Pixar marathon.
Went to see Cars with Pete, and I can't believe how close I came to all-out hair-pulling. The horrid woman sitting next to me with her guy would not shut up. After being shushed, she stopped talking at FULL FUCKING VOLUME, but my GOD. Also, the movie was funny and I don't mind when people laugh obviously, but her full body seizures were a bit much. Gah. And she kept kicking me. So at one point I kicked back, to her surprise. She kept her feet to herself after that. I know, not the most mature move ever, but OH MY FUCKING GOD! Die, bitch, die! Have some fucking manners, and STFU!
Do these people not read articles about assholes-in-movie-theatres and how some of the decline of people seeing movies in theatres is because of such assholes? The articles are everywhere. How do they not recognize themselves for the social pariahs that they are?
Now, we went to go see a Saturday matinee of an animated movie, so I expected noisy kids, but I will never understand why people think it's okay to bring a screaming baby into a theatre. Kids were running loose, up and down the aisles. I actually felt pretty calm about all the chaos (if not the stupid ho sitting next to me), but it was a good reminder that it's worth it to wait to see these types of movies well after the kids are asleep.
Cars. I thought it was okay. Cute, and sweet. Pete convinced me that as die-hard Pixar fans, we should have faith and go, no matter what the New York Times says. But while it was more charming than I'd anticipated (even, surprisingly, that buck-toothed irritant from the previews), it was still a bunch of talking cars, which really don't do much for me. There were some very cute scenes and some very cute characters, but it's not something I'd watch again or buy. The animation was obviously amazing, and it's worth staying through to the end of the credits for a darling homage to Pixar films past. Pete did like it much more than I did. And I didn't have a bad time, but it lacks the genuinely amazing story qualities of Finding Nemo, Monsters, Inc., The Incredibles, etc. But it doesn't make me sour at Pixar; you can't knock it out of the park every single time, and I'm looking forward to what they offer up next.
After the movie, we walked to La Creperie Voila, which is just at the Convention Center. We got a savory (chevre, spinach, and red peppers) and a sweet (nutella, bananas, and whipped cream) and split each. They were phenomenal! Just like Paris, actually. It was wonderful!
So that was a lovely afternoon out. Tonight: a mini-Pixar marathon.
