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I gotta rave about a totally new experience. Actually, it's an old experience that I've had the pleasure of savoring again after a long absence: Going to an adult movie. Do you remember when "adult" meant "grown-up"? Do you remember what going to the movies was like back then? You walk in, the place is full of grownups, they're murmuring quietly, they're polite, and best of all....are you ready?....when the movie starts they shut up. Yes, they actually shut up.
About a year ago I stopped going to the movies and decided to instead dish out the bucks for a good quality HDTV set and DVD player so we could watch movies at home. I'd grown weary of my role as the enforcer in the movie theater. It was always the same....wait 10-15 minutes to see if any of the other adults would ask the kids to pipe down...turn and look....turn and ask them to keep it down....stand up and tell them that if they didn't pipe down, I'd have them thrown out.
One day I crawled over my seat and grabbed a teen punk by the throat to make him shut up. That's when I decided that, as in all things democratic, if you're the only one who's right, you're wrong. So I walked out and swore to never return.
Then some friends told us about an old movie theater in an old New England town that would not admit anyone under 21. It showed the same movies as the big theaters, but about a month or two behind. It served burgers, pizza, and booze, which is how it got away with keeping out the punks. And it has adults instead of 15-year olds supervising the place. Best of all, there's tons of leg room and between every two seats is a small table where you can set down your coat or your soda.
It's my new favorite place, and no, I'm not going to tell you where it is. It's crowded enough already. With adults. The old fashioned kind of adults.
About a year ago I stopped going to the movies and decided to instead dish out the bucks for a good quality HDTV set and DVD player so we could watch movies at home. I'd grown weary of my role as the enforcer in the movie theater. It was always the same....wait 10-15 minutes to see if any of the other adults would ask the kids to pipe down...turn and look....turn and ask them to keep it down....stand up and tell them that if they didn't pipe down, I'd have them thrown out.
One day I crawled over my seat and grabbed a teen punk by the throat to make him shut up. That's when I decided that, as in all things democratic, if you're the only one who's right, you're wrong. So I walked out and swore to never return.
Then some friends told us about an old movie theater in an old New England town that would not admit anyone under 21. It showed the same movies as the big theaters, but about a month or two behind. It served burgers, pizza, and booze, which is how it got away with keeping out the punks. And it has adults instead of 15-year olds supervising the place. Best of all, there's tons of leg room and between every two seats is a small table where you can set down your coat or your soda.
It's my new favorite place, and no, I'm not going to tell you where it is. It's crowded enough already. With adults. The old fashioned kind of adults.
I not only have the same memories about the movie-going experience but I also remember smoking my cigs when I was in there. (I'm not THAT old - I started smoking young.) And where's the photo?
Posted by DocTeger on January 29, 2008 at 10:44 AM EST #
I can't tell you how many times I have been annoyed by patrons at the movies. Nowadays I wait for DVD and watch on my projection setup. I only go out for big film events like U23D in IMAX.
Posted by Lou Ordorica on January 29, 2008 at 11:52 AM EST #
While I agree with your post entirely, the whole time I was reading it I heard these words echoing in my head: "Get off my lawn you damn kids!"
Posted by Scott on January 29, 2008 at 01:21 PM EST #
Yup. I still kinda feel torn between retaining some empathy for the travails of youth and falling headlong into the world of Old Men. On the other hand, I got a lot of good guidance when I was a kid from Old Guys who cared enough to box my ears. I don't see a lot of that today.
Was that quote from Denis the Menace?
Posted by Rick Ramsey on January 29, 2008 at 01:58 PM EST #