Confession Friday: I went and saw Twilight last night. Yes. I’ve seen all but the first one at midnight. And all but the first two Harry Potters. (And the last 3 Harry Potter books at midnight.) And the Hunger Games movie. I’m a sucker for things that teeny boppers dig. Sometimes I think that I’m a 12 year girl stuck in a grown up body. Except that I mostly dislike 12 year old girls. And I don’t want to be around them while I’m enjoying my kiddie movie. At midnight.
So the last few years, I’ve spent an extra couple of bucks for all you can eat popcorn in a swag leather seat with free refills on my coffee and bar to seat service of booze, snacks, and desserts. Definitely worth the price in order to avoid the annoying…the lines, the wait, the screaming teenagers, the giggling teenagers, the unaccompanied teeny boppers, the text messaging, the talking, the swooning, and the biggest movie pet peeve of all–the clapping at the end. Movies are where a lot of my pet peeves happen…
But this time around, my fancy-pants movie theater decided to charge $35 for an all-day affair. Fuck. That. I’m too old to sit in a theater all day to watch a Twilight marathon. And I’m a Polak, unwilling to spend $35 on anything.
And for some strange reason, the movie was shown at 10, 10:15, 10:30, 10:45, 11, and so on until 1 o’clock in the morning. This made it less magical, but it also made it easy to choose which show to go to. The big “open” was at 10 PM…and there was only one 10:30 show… no lines? no crowds? Not even a full theater? I’m OK with this. What baffled me, though, was the line of camped out midnight die-hards. Dude. Go see the movie. Don’t sit there waiting while the rest of us are already on our way into the theater. Seriously.
As I was driving home shortly before 1 AM, I realized last night, that I may be too old for Twilight. I spent more time making fun of the ridiculous in the movie than scoffing at how it didn’t measure up to the book. I think that says it all. Harry Potter is done. Twilight is done. I think that when the next Hunger Games comes out, I’ll see it at a respectable time on opening night. In my fancy-pants-no-kids-under-21-allowed-theater.Hey! Did you know you can buy my book on Amazon? 37 women wrote about the struggle for perfection, and I'm one of 'em. Go check it out!