By Tony Hicks
Friday, May 23rd, 2008 at 12:38 pm in Uncategorized.
I went to see the new “Indiana Jones” movie yesterday. It was a fun movie — not as good as the third, certainly not as good as the first, but easily better than the second. Have low expectations and just enjoy seeing these people again. And don’t get all weird about the Tarzan-swinging scene, like some critics. You’re supposed to suspend most of your disbelief.
But one thing I wasn’t particualrly happy about — besides the idea that Indiana’s father is dead, even though he drank from the Holy Grail in the last movie and is supposed to have eternal life — was, as usual, people in the theater. We can rant on forever about the stupid things people do in movies, like the guy yesterday who actually left his cell phone on, then ANSWERED IT and started talking to somebody during the movie. I also hated the fact that I thought I could avoid kids by going in the middle of a weekday. It was great — barely anyone was there — until right before the movie. Then something like three bus loads of kids on field trips came charging in.
No, the worst was this awful woman behind me and over a couple seats, who actually took her shoes off and put her feet up on the seat next to me.
It’s one thing if no one else is around … maybe. And it’s one thing to have no social graces because you’re a teenager. But this was an adult woman. She even folded a little towel or something on top of the seat, for her wretched bare stink-nubs to rest upon. She had kids with her, so I wasn’t going to tell her what a foul beast she is. I did try looking at her a couple times with a “you’ve got to be joking” look, which she apprently didn’t decipher. Or didn’t care to.
Ask me next week about men on packed BART trains who don’t get up for an 8-months-pregnant woman.
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