[Bishop's Fantasy?]
This is MY story and I'm sticking to it!Wretched
2007-05-20
That's the most appropriate word available for describing the movie I saw last night. I should've known it was going to be that kind of evening. We went to Famous Dave's for dinner. Normally, I'd love eating there, but I'd been to a birthday party earlier in the day and ate way too much cake & ice cream after sitting out in the sun all afternoon. I like being in the sun, but sometimes I have difficulty tolerating the heat. So much for Tahiti, right? I'm sure I'd acclimate! I'm also hypoglycemic, so I should know by now that comsuming large quantities of sugar doesn't produce pleasing results. OK, so I get to the restaurant and order a margarita. How can you go wrong with a margarita? I discovered the answer to that question last night. It tasted more like a frozen lemonade. I don't think the bartender had the mix right. I couldn't taste any alcohol at all and it made me sick to my stomach. I had my friend try it and he said the same thing, so I sent it back and had them make a new one. The second one was just as bad as the first. I don't know if it was body chemistry, too many sweets & too much sun, or if it was just a really bad margarita. Regardless, I didn't even get a tiny buzz and I ended up feeling like I wanted to hurl.
So, we get to the movie theater and they have new sculptures downtown. I'm normally not terribly critical of art (I have nothing to go on other than what I like), but the sculpture I saw near the theater was obnoxious. It depicted a guy sitting on a stump bent over too far to be in the "Thinker" position. I'm not sure what the artist had in mind because I never did see the title for the piece or the front of it up close. The rear view was enough of an eye full. If that weren't enough, the Bishop's car was sitting out in front of the theater as well. It just wasn't my night. I didn't end up seeing him or his wife (thank God!!), but I knew they were there and it was upsetting. I managed to make it through the movie this time, at least. Not that I had a choice since I didn't have my own vehicle or a graceful exit strategy. I can only use the migraine excuse so many times before someone catches on. So, I sat through the movie. The whole movie - 2 hours that I will never reclaim.
Two hours of misery and graphic bloodshed with absolutely no redeeming message. No hope. No resolution. If the hottest person you know ever offers to pay your way to a movie, complete with large quantities of food, alcohol, popcorn, candy, and soda and the promise of getting lucky in the theater or shortly following the movie if only you'll go see "28 Weeks Later" with them, my advice is to skip it. Or wear a blindfold and earplugs. I didn't know it was a sequel to an even worse movie because I wasn't the one who picked it. I kept thinking it would get better - if only I'd known. I would've used the migraine excuse and gone home to scrub toilets and probably had a more enjoyable evening. I'm all for gratuitous violence if it has some sort of plot or at least something to laugh at, but that movie was just disgusting. Afterwards, I told the guy taking tickets that it wasn't nice to let unsuspecting movie-goers walk in to movies like that without at least warning them that they'd be better off sneaking into "Year Of The Dog". I saw "Pan's Labyrinth" while I was too intoxicated to read the subtitles and figure out what was going on for the first half and it was better than "28 Weeks Later". Oh well, at least it gave me something to think about besides the Bishop - at least for a little while.
Doe (2007-05-21)
So what you're saying is, you wouldn't recommend the movie? *wink* Sorry it wasn't a better night.
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