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So I did go see Inkheart today. More in that in a sec.

But first, you should all be very proud of me. Not because I vacuumed and cleaned today, but because, when I went to the movies, I did not commit multiple homicides.

I went to the theater here in Pittsburg. Ironically enough, it was the only theater in these parts as recently as, oh, '99 or so. Now there's one in Antioch and a new one in Brentwood. But I went to this one because it was conveniently located.

Well, never again. Not because there was anything wrong with the theater itself, but just the... class of people are not what I've gotten used to. I know, that sounds snobbish, but at the Regal and the new Rave I have never experienced...

A guy in overalls (okay that probably is snobbish, but hear me out)

The guy in overalls bringing his family and seating them ONE SEAT DOWN FROM ME in a NEARLY EMPTY THEATER. Seriously, there were about 3 other people in the whole place, and they sat one seat away. Some people do not have an understanding of personal space.

But that could have been forgiven, if they had at least had basic manners. They didn't. They (there were 5 of them, I think) talked all through the previews. Then, as the movie was starting, Farmer Bob gets a cell phone call: AND ANSWERS IT.

(Then there were the two women in front of me; one of them had a cell phone that went off twice because she apparently, judging from her muffled cursing and attempts to sit on it, did not know how to turn off. Morons.)

Finally, about halfway through the movie, after the youngest asked in a nice loud voice for more popcorn, and was not shhed, and Farmer Bob was making occasional comments, I got up and moved down to the end of the row. I doubt they even noticed. May someone cut them off in traffic tonight, or may the buckles on Farmer Bob's overalls become stuck when he really has to pee. That would make me feel better.

(I should mention that he didn't really have the look of a farmer. More like a mechanic. But Farmer Bob sounded better than Mechanic Bob.)

Ugh.

But the movie itself was pretty good. Brenden is a cutie and he didn't precisely mimic his character from The Mummy, which was nice. There's apparently at the least one notable difference from the book (which I bought*) and I'm kinda curious about why they chose to send Dustfinger back, rather than set it up for a sequel. I guess if the movie makes a ton of money and they really want to, there are ways to do it.

*I think I'll start reading it, since I recently finished Persuasion** and started Queen of Camelot only this morning. QoC isn't bad, but I'm not sufficiently enraptured to not set it aside.

** Having read the book, which I bought after I watched the movie, I kinda want to watch the movie again. I think I'd be able to appreciate it better.
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When Spartacus was re-released to the theaters back in the early 90's, I drove from Pleasant Hill, CA to downtown Oakland to see the film in a restored old-fashioned movie palace (the Grand Lake). This was about 50 miles round trip. I arrived at the theater at least 20 minutes before the movie started, picking my seat carefully (in the center, midway of the theater), for my personal best for visual/audio acuity. After the previews had started, a family came in -- father, two young daughters (around 4 yrs and maybe 6 yrs), wife, and an older woman. Of course, they sat in the row front of me. And proceeded to talk -- not with hushed voices, but normal speaking voices, all the way through the previews. There is a lovely overture to Spartacus -- this movie was made back in the days when overtures to blockbusters were the norm. They %^$#&^ talked through the overture! I saw a few other patrons get up and move away from them. I heard the woman sitting BEHIND me whisper to her husband (not so quietly) that he should go get an usher and ask the usher to ask them to quiet down. He declined. The movie starts. The husband leans forward and talks down the row of bodies to talk to the older woman...and that's when I lost it. I yelled, as loud as I could (and back in those days I could yell pretty darn loudly)..."Could you please shut up, this is not your damn living room!" A man on the other side of the theater stood up and looked right at the offenders, and said, "Hell yes, shut the f^&% up." Needless to say, they were quiet throughout the rest of the movie.
When I was a student I worked in a cinema for six months. Now when I go it drives me mad not having the same authority to tell people off as I used to. And realistically I'm a small woman who isn't going to intimidate anyone if I'm not in the position to chuck them out! So cinema trips can be quite frustrating. Last time we went the people directly in front of us (we had all been given seat numbers so couldn't choose were to sit) didn't come in until the film had already started, then got their phones. Luckily someone else told them off for it before I had to get the guts to do so :D
I worked at a theater for a while, too, when I was in college. I didn't do a lot of telling off, but then usually the worst offenders were kids. You kinda hope that adults will have a little more sense. A vain hope, I know...
You live out by Pittsburgh? I'm over by Altoona :-D

I'm dying to see that movie. Brenden is a doll. Though I haven't been to a theater since I was 4. ;-)

My new boyfriend brought the new Mummy movie over for us to watch a few weeks ago. It was passable. Not as good as the first two, but fun.

You just finished Persuasion? I got the Masterpiece Theater version for Christmas. Very good. One of the few Jane Austin Heroines I don't want to shake until her teeth rattle!
Pittsburg, actually, without the 'h', in California :)

I refuse to see the new movie. If they couldn't get the real Evie, they just shouldn't have included her character. I hate major recasts.

The version of Persuasion I've seen isn't the MT version. I thought about getting that one, but I read that it wasn't as true to the book as the one that I did get, with Amanda Root and Ciaran Hinds.