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January 14, 2004

Theater Rage and Stuff.

I feel like I am the only person in existence who is greatly perturbed by the proliferation of commercials assaulting us as we wait in a darkened movie theater for a movie that we just paid $10.00 to see. I know I canít possibly be the only dissenting moviegoer, but it sure does feel like it.

I paid that exorbitant price to watch a MOVIE, not a commercial. If it was just one single, short commercial, I might be less upset. If it was an ad not already played incessantly on television, I might be less upset. If it wasnít a bland, tired display of mediocre ďcreativityĒ, I might be less upset. If the movie was FREE, I might be less upset. If I was brain-dead and mild like Dove, I might be less upset. None of those things are true and it leaves me with theater rage. Gordon hates seeing movies with me because all I do is complain about it. But I canít help it. It just makes me so angry and thereís nothing I can do about it but sit there and wait for the torture to end. Iím a helpless captive to those money-grubbing movie whores. We all are! It drives me mad I tell you. MAD!!!!

(Sometimes I wish I could make loafe a voice journal, because you really have to hear me when I say certain things, it is that much more effective.)

You know what makes me even angrier than being forced to watch (and pay for) these lousy commercials? The audience laughing and taking pleasure in them. I am not kidding. I will be sitting in a roomful of people and those numbskulls will be enjoying those ads, the same fucking shit that they see on TV every single night of their lives. Eating it up like candy. It makes me sick.

Then again, everything is making me sick these days.

I did read a while ago that a woman somewhere was trying to start up a class-action lawsuit against Sonyís Loews theaters, but I donít know what happened to that. I donít think anything good has come of it, because ever since I read about it, the only change Iíve noticed is commercials becoming MORE prominent and numerous. Maybe I will start my own stupid lawsuit. Not that I know anything about that or would even bother. Itís much easier for me to just whine about it.

So anyway.

My sisters like to tease me that I am anti-love. They think I hate all things love. Because I am not particularly sentimental about the subject, whether in music or movies or books or my life, what have you. I am not sure if they are serious, but they couldnít be more wrong. As I said to a friend of mine recently, all I want in my life is love. Everything else is just background noise.

And I am not talking about all that hippy drippy love stuff. Yeah yeah I want everyone to get along and peace and blah blah blah. I just mean that I do like love, that love is pretty much what Iím about, and I just donít need it to be all fluffy and pink and saccharine.

THAT IS ALL I AM SAYING.

To recap: Less commercials in theaters, more love for Christa.

Posted by christa at January 14, 2004 04:13 PM

Comments

In my mind love can be the "sacharrine" temporary
emotion. Or it could be, if one is truly lucky a
substantial rock to build a life on. In these often brutal socio-economically challenging times
having somebody to wheather the storms and trials of this life would be truly substantial. In my less self-centered moments I pray for CJM to find such a shelter.

Posted by: DG at January 14, 2004 05:16 PM

Hey, this reminds me of that one Futurama time when the crew is talking about commercial being beamed into people's dreams:

Leela: Didn't you have ads in the 20th century?

Fry: Well sure, but not in our dreams. Only on TV and radio. And in magazines...and movies...and at ball games and on buses and milk cartons and t-shirts and written in the sky. But not in dreams. No siree!

I often quote the "but not in dreams" part when I deem it to be appropriate. Which may or may not actually be appropriate at all, just so you know.

Posted by: some Futurama fan at January 14, 2004 06:23 PM

It's so funny you say that about the ads in movies, because Chris and I both mentioned it recently. Chris said there were so many commercials before the latest "Lord of the Rings" movie, and about things that had nothing to do with movies, he was concerned he was going to see a Preparation H ad or something. I'm sure it's not far off.

Last night I went to see "In America" and I was literally the ONLY one in the theater (which just goes to show you how stupid people truly are, that I was the only one attending such a wonderful movie) and I wanted to just shout at someone "I'm the ONLY ONE HERE! Skip the fucking commercials!!" but there was nobody to yell at. I hate when there isn't anyone to yell at!

Posted by: Marianne at January 14, 2004 08:34 PM

Less Homer Simpsons.

More money for public schools.

Posted by: flowers at January 15, 2004 01:15 AM

 

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