Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Movie Going


Last night, I was planning on attending the silent cinema screening of WITHNAIL & I with director Bruce Robinson. I don't know why it didn't occur to me before, but around 4pm I yesterday I thought to myself, "Maybe I should pre-order tickets." Bear in mind, this was on my calendar for over a week. Of course I go to the ticket site and learn it is sold out. I call the Silent Cinema. Sold out. No waiting list. Man, am I a retard.

In penance, I decide to try this supposedly awesome Lebanese spot on Westwood and rent the Criterion Collection DVD instead. (if I were a girl, I'd probably buy shoes). I figure Vidiots will have it. It was rented. Right now I'm just annoyed with myself. I have delicious Lebanese food waiting for me and no funny movie. I go to the Peter Sellers section and consider watching THE NAKED TRUTH. I wander over to the Hal Ashby section and consider BEING THERE. I also see COMING HOME and THE LAST DETAIL. In a ridiculous act of over-compensation, I decide I'm having a Hal Ashby week and rent all three. At the counter, it turns out they don't have BEING THERE in stock. Then I realize - WTF am I thinking - I don't have time to watch two movies in two days, let alone, three movies in three days.

I exit with THE LAST DETAIL and go home. It was still a nice night. Although renting a single DVD for one night at Vidiots costs $5. That's five Redboxes. Fortunately one LAST DETAIL is worth 5 Redbox DVDs.

And by the way, this is how I watch movies...I get in the mood for a good movie and I seek it out. I want to see WITHNAIL but can be satisfied with THE LAST DETAIL. I think others view movies the same way - or at least they should. The theater experience could work this way - but instead it caters to the quandrants. Generally, there are only one or two movies out at a time I could imagine spending my time and money on.

1 comment:

robyn said...

Funny, was totally planning on going to that too, but had another thing come up. Would have seen you there, but no. Bruce Robinson wrote "The Peculiar Memories of Thomas Penman" which is one of my favorite books ever. 12 year kid and homemade bombs and deranged grandfathers and pornography and meat.