I always do this.
Mr. and I buy our tickets and enter the theater 10 minutes or so before the flick begins. We choose our seats and get settled in. They we are assaulted by a barrage of ads carefully constructed to look like entertainment. In fact, they even do a little summary at the end, where the slightly-over-the-hill model grins alluringly and says something like, "Thank you for watching this endless series of commercials. In case you thought you had escaped, here is a summary of the advertisers who made it all possible." And then plays snippets from all of the "stories."
Just when you think you're cooking with gas, the parade of previews gears up. Our routine never varies. Mr. and I watch each one, look at each other, and say, "We'll be skipping that one" or "That looks like it might be good" or "Maybe, but only when it gets to DVD." (Which will be about five minutes after it stops showing in the theater.)
I remember a time when commercials were on TV, not on the big screen. When the popcorn didn't taste like the container it came in. And before they had to tell you things like, "Hey, don't be an inconsiderate douchebag, turn your phone off."
The good thing about going to the movies on a Tuesday afternoon is the tickets are cheaper, and there's not much of a crowd. In fact, there was only one other guy who saw Man from U.N.C.L.E. with us. Not a bad way to spend a sultry late-summer afternoon.
And, I have to say, the stadium seating is a whole lot nicer than the pop-up seats and sticky floors of the theaters of my youth.
No need to yell, "Down in front" or "Hey, lady, remove your hat."
If you said, "huh?" never mind. My fellow codgers know what I'm talking about!
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