Saturday, October 4, 2008

So Disappointing

Last night, Erin and I had one of our date nights. We do dinner and a movie whenever a sappy chick flick comes out, since it's the only way either of us will ever get around to seeing the movie.

The night started off well (other than Erin's bad traffic mishap). We had a nice dinner at Unos, and headed over to the movie theater to catch Nights in Rodanthe. We'd both been looking forward to this for forEVER - at least since I saw Sex and the City. Once I learned it was based on a Nicholas Sparks book, I was even more hooked. Plus - Richard Gere? How can you go wrong?!

After dinner, we somehow made it through the scariness of the automated ticket machine without getting asked if we needed more time (a frequent problem of ours), and headed into the theater. Much to our horrid, shocking surprise, the theater was PACKED. We totally couldn't understand this, as the movie had already been out a week, and it didn't have very big numbers for its opening. Granted, it was in the smallest theater I'd ever seen in my life, but still. So we were forced to do the worst possible thing - sit in the front half of the stadium seating theater. UGH. There were seats sprinkled throughout the upper half, but Erin didn't seem to want to ask anyone to move over so we could make two together. For the record - I was not afraid to ask (force) people to do this.

So to the front we went. The back row of the front section had many empty seats in the middle. However, the two women sitting at the end of the row basically refused to get up, stating they had bad knees. That's fine and all, but if that's the case and you know you can't get up to let people in, then your asses should be in the middle so other people can sit in the damn row. We could have gone in through the other side, but that would have involved crawling past 2038423434 people, so we opted to move a row forward instead.

We sat down, looked up and were seriously horrified by how close we were to the screen. I had to slouch down, turn halfway to the side, and look up at an odd angle. It made it really really difficult to take in the entire screen at once - and you'd be surprised how difficult it is to follow something when you have to move your eyes (or head) back and forth just to take in the entire picture.

When the previews started, things got worse. Whatever the first one was, it was very chaotic. Scenes flashed on the screen, alternating with words or names that took up the entire freakin screen. This seriously must be what a bad acid trip is like. It was very overwhelming and discombobulating given our close proximity to the screen, and it made Erin sick. The rest of the previews weren't that bad, and I eventually (sort of) got used to it. However, the damage had already been done for Erin, and she spent most of the movie looking down into her lap trying not to throw up all over her burberry purse.

To make it worse, the row in front of us (the very front row in the theater), had this huge group of women in it that wouldn't shut the fuck up. One lady at one end was talking to a lady on the other end of the group, which of course means she had to be loud. A lady in front of me didn't turn off her fucking phone, and that started ringing just as the movie started. Another one decided all of us needed to hear her little comments (random little one or two word things that basically let us all know she was hott for Richard Gere), and these continued throughout the whole movie.

Now, for the movie itself.... I was disappointed. Erin and I had showed up expecting this major cry fest, and Nicholas Sparks' books are soooo good, and they did a fairly good job at adapting The Notebook to the big screen (even though they changed the end, which was stupid... but that's a whole different tirade). Erin thought the entire thing was "retarded," and hated every second of it. While I didn't find it that bad, it certainly wasn't great. The story is a bit.... odd and unbelievable, although if you look past that for the gooey romance, I think it's ok. I have to believe that the book is much, much better, as the movie seemed to gloss over lots of things, which I think helped contribute to the unbelievability factor. While the movie did make me cry, that's not too big of a stretch (15 sec commericals can make me cry), so it's definitely not something to judge the movie on.

All in all, am I upset I sat through it? No. Will I ever watch it again? Probably not. Do I want to read the book to see if the story can be redeemed? Yes.

Oh, and the opening of the movie also helped solidify my ridiculous love of the south. The neighborhood Richard Gere was moving out of was so beyond gorgeous - I wanted to jump in and stay there forever.

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