Serenity
Oh! Let me just say this : as good of a move as Serenity was, (and it was a fine, fine film) the whole process of going to see it should not take four hours.
I left for the Eastwood Towne Center's cinemas at 3:30. The bus took me to Meijer, which is about a half mile and an overpass away. I walked for fifteen minutes, crossing the overpass (which, might I add, has NO sidewalks or any other accomodations for those who aren't in possession of a vehicle.
I walk in, buy my ticket, and stare curiously as the moneytaker rips it in half. And then I realize why. In this MultiPlex, where 18 theatres are showing 14 different movies, there is no one guarding any door. The stations at the beginnings of each hall (where they usually rip your ticket) stand empty. I suppose that with video surveillance it might not be a great idea to try to get in free, but it isn't like there's a lot of deterrance.
Theatre 15 is the one Serenity's suppposed to be playing in, so I stroll down there, 20 minutes early. Then I'm confused, as the ticker outside of door 15 reads "The Constant Gardener." Unheeded, I walk on in. The credits are playing. A group of four senior citizens stands on one side of the theatre, watching the screen. Haunting African music draws me in, and I sit down. Soon enough the credits are over and the cleaning lady comes in. And since I'm the only one in there, it's awkward.
Five minutes later Serenity starts. And at first I'm skeptical. The prologue contains all the cheese of a B-movie trying to take itself seriously. It is, however, enjoyable.
Because I watched Firefly, when it was on a few years back. And I liked it. When they pulled it I didn't really notice, but I remember liking it. There was a girl in a box. That's all I remember.
As the movie completed, I felt intensely satisfied. And beyond making a person happy or sad, a film or any media's purpose is to satisfy. I did, however, feel somewhat of an outsider, and the characters remained distant. I'm not sure if it was my fault or Whedon's, as I've heard others proclaiming the contrary everywhere.
Moral of the story - go see it. Find out what People are talking about. And don't ride buses. Because look what time it is. I just got back.
I left for the Eastwood Towne Center's cinemas at 3:30. The bus took me to Meijer, which is about a half mile and an overpass away. I walked for fifteen minutes, crossing the overpass (which, might I add, has NO sidewalks or any other accomodations for those who aren't in possession of a vehicle.
I walk in, buy my ticket, and stare curiously as the moneytaker rips it in half. And then I realize why. In this MultiPlex, where 18 theatres are showing 14 different movies, there is no one guarding any door. The stations at the beginnings of each hall (where they usually rip your ticket) stand empty. I suppose that with video surveillance it might not be a great idea to try to get in free, but it isn't like there's a lot of deterrance.
Theatre 15 is the one Serenity's suppposed to be playing in, so I stroll down there, 20 minutes early. Then I'm confused, as the ticker outside of door 15 reads "The Constant Gardener." Unheeded, I walk on in. The credits are playing. A group of four senior citizens stands on one side of the theatre, watching the screen. Haunting African music draws me in, and I sit down. Soon enough the credits are over and the cleaning lady comes in. And since I'm the only one in there, it's awkward.
Five minutes later Serenity starts. And at first I'm skeptical. The prologue contains all the cheese of a B-movie trying to take itself seriously. It is, however, enjoyable.
Because I watched Firefly, when it was on a few years back. And I liked it. When they pulled it I didn't really notice, but I remember liking it. There was a girl in a box. That's all I remember.
As the movie completed, I felt intensely satisfied. And beyond making a person happy or sad, a film or any media's purpose is to satisfy. I did, however, feel somewhat of an outsider, and the characters remained distant. I'm not sure if it was my fault or Whedon's, as I've heard others proclaiming the contrary everywhere.
Moral of the story - go see it. Find out what People are talking about. And don't ride buses. Because look what time it is. I just got back.
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