(snapping fingers, and bongo drumming. Ah 1..2..3..4..) (New York accent) Dissappointment.........Annoyance..........Apprehension...........Rage. Emotions changing...flowing into each other like...waaaves. The persuit of adequate...diversion echoes throughout...humanity. When out of the...abyss...of unesessary special effects, and...high school worthy dramatic attempts...strolls one whose talent far exceeds his...peers rises one...THE ONE. Leaving them all in the proverbial dust of their...failures...the one to save us from bad box office excuses for entertainment. The minions throng to the...theaters...to witness the beauty and...all consuming... talent of one....Johnny Depp. Jane, get me off this crazy thing...called love. (blow out candle)

So there's my diminutive attempt at coffee shop poetry. My source of inspiration, of course is the one and only Johnny Depp. The most fabulous entertainer of my time (and a little before). It's been said before, and I shall institute again, the only man alive that could wear make up and still be incredibly sexy. Women all over the world will testify to that fact, I assure you. The one and only reason for my going to the movie theater yesterday after work at 10:15pm.
As we all know, Pirates of the Caribbean came to a theater near us last night, and as we waited in line impatiently to get our tickets an hour before the show commenced, we watched in shock and horror as the screen displayed the dreaded "SOLD OUT", in big red letters, as if mocking the poor souls who still stood in line. I saw the couple who bought the last 2 tickets and though the thought did cross my mind to tackle them, and wrestle the precious tickets out of their hands, my only comfort was that they probably wouldn't even get to sit together as the theater would already be packed full of blessed ones scrambling for seats. Ah well, there's always next time, right?

What ended up happening was Tom, Dan, Laura, and I made a collective decision to check out Adam Sandler's new movie, Click. Now, I'm not a huge fan of Adam Sandler, he more or less annoys me, I'm sure he's a nice guy, but his acting is just not my cup of tea. Anyway, 2 hours of fast forward, pause, rewind, inappropriate scenes with a dog and stuffed duck, including frightening mental images of the brother from 50 First Dates in a speedo, and a bad ending, I was officially enraged at being subjected to such a public annoyance. While eneryone else around us were drying their tears and exclaiming what a "feel good" movie this was, I was rolling my eyes, and clenching my fists at how ridiculously unrealistic this was. The only redeeming quality was Christopher Walken. So, with 2 completely dissapointing theater experiences under my belt in the last month, I'm about ready to give up on the whole thing. My spark of hope for entertainment is quickly dwindling. But then again, that's just my humble opinion.

Song of the Day : Baby it's Cold Outside - Ella Fitsgerald, and Ray Charles

posted by Tennille @ 1:33 PM

1 Comments:

At 5:03 PM, Anonymous said…

The Larnder men went down to the theatre before the first matinee showing of 'Pirates' and bought our tickets for the 7 o'clock show. We got to the theatre at 6:15 and it was already half full! But all 13 of us managed to get seats together. :) And that's how the pros do it!