Of all the media nutrition I consume, my cinematic RDA is usually the most in need of supplement. The thing is, I almost always enjoy being there once I've been seated with the jumbo-popcorn and diabetic-sized soda. The theaters are nothing like the glorified televisions of my youth. I don't stick to the floor, I'm offered exciting products for fifteen minutes before the show, and the sound systems are teeth-chatteringly crisp.
The St. Croix Mall by my house used to have a theater. The sound quality was so pathetic that, to compensate, they would crank the volume. I've heard better sounds coming out of my grandmother's bathroom. But, the memories: I had my first official kiss there, watching Rudy. Rudy, Rudy, Rudy! My mother yanked mortified me during Clint Eastwood's Unforgiven...and I was there with my father!
Last night I saw Ice Age 3 in the Rosedale Theaters, and could not have had a better time. The seats were coffin-comfortable with lots of NBA-style legroom, and the 3-D glasses were pretty cool. I'm wearing them now, at work, and will likely have an appointment with the staff psychiatrist before the day's over.
The movie was perfect summer fodder; light, and fun, with simple jokes. The coolest creature is still Sid the Sloth, who wants to become a parent so badly, that he adopts dinosaur eggs. Hilarity, and much Jurassic violence ensues. I think this 3-D thing might just catch on! The critics have panned the movie, but the hell with 'em. Let's all go to the movies!
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