When I was eight years old my parents took me to a movie.
I wanted to see Baby’s Day Out, I mean, who wouldn’t? It was a sure fire classic! Alas, my parents wanted to see Forrest Gump. Kicking and screaming, I was dragged into a sold out theater, in Davenport Iowa. The local Showcase Cinemas, ran by National Amusements. The first of its kind multiplex (in Davenport) with a whole TEN SCREENS!
We were late, of course, so there weren’t four seats together, just three, next to a wall… gross. But it had to do! My sister, father and mother took the seats, and I got the armrest of my mother’s seat leaning against the wall. Then the movie started. All troubles in the world were washed away, and I was totally entranced by the movie. The audience was quiet, they laughed when things were funny, and cried when sad. All in all it was the perfect movie going experience. It was the first moment I knew, I want to make movies.
Let’s fast forward twenty some years to seeing Neighbors 2. (I’m well aware in the vastly different quality of the two films) First, my chair had ketchup smeared into the headrest just thin enough to not see before leaning back, but thick enough to call me ketchup head the rest of the night. Second, after moving seats, the movie starts, then the ENTIRE row in front of us starts “phoning” it up.