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Thursday
Aug052010

Ranting on Movie Theaters

I don't think I've ever been a fan of movie theaters. Even as a kid I remember myself whining about how much of an inconvenience movie-going was and how little fun I had spending two and a half hours in a dark and dirty room. And, as I grew, so did my feelings towards movie houses, and I soon took to social networking to even further spread my displeasure. Whether or not people were listening, I didn't care; it was just fun to vent every once in a while.

And vent I did, sometimes live-blogging my trials in movie-watching. At regular intervals I would tweet my current state of affairs, with updates such as "all's clear... for now," and "what is that?!?" posted as things took place. However, never had I properly formulated and compiled my distaste with movie theaters into one coherent work. Until now, that is.

After yet another trouble-filled experience, I eventually felt the urge to (what else?) write about it, and, after receiving approval, began to compose an article for Fandomania on why I hated movie theaters. Although my words were fueled by the frustration of real-life circumstances, it was not only a fun piece to do but also a successful one, generating a sizable and better-than-expected discussion on the site, with several chiming in and adding their own points to the list.

Here's an excerpt of what I wrote:


The last movie I saw in theaters was Inception. And when I say “last,” I mean it; it may very well be the last movie I will ever see in theaters. Sure, the film was certainly a good one (I mean, who didn’t like it?), and, by the time I hastily made for door as the credits began to roll, I felt satisfied by the flick. Not so much for the rest of the experience, though. Hindered by trouble after trouble and a stream of frustrating moments, the atmosphere itself was not enjoyable. But oh, how I wish this was merely an isolated case; instead, however, it is yet another thing to chalk down on a growing list of reasons why I hate going to the movies.

 

Needless to say, the post is up in a finalized state on the site now, and you can read and talk about it by clicking here.