Despite my childhood fear of the Village logo as mentioned in my last post, Adam and I overcame adversity and saw The Hangover at our local Village cinema this weekend.
Buying cinema tickets online has always seemed like a no-brainer to me, mostly because you can choose your own seat when the cinema has allocated seating. Certain human behaviours have always irritated me in cinema audiences, so if I can select my designated seat away from most of the other booked seats, all the better.
Probably the worst culprit: the tittering group of friends who parrot every punchline on the screen, then descend into a second round of laughter at their own repetition of a joke everyone else has finished laughing at.
Then there’s the hassle of being caught next to someone with Cinema Bladder, and enduring an exercise in calisthenics every time they need to dash to the bathroom.
So it suits me fine to purchase my tickets online. When you arrive at the cinema, you can either pick up the tickets from the box office or from one of the cinema’s ATM machines.
When we visited this weekend, we decided to quickly grab our pre-booked tickets from the ATM machine. When I swiped my credit card, not only did the machine print the tickets for our session, but it also printed tickets for every booking I’d ever made over the last three years. On and on it went, barfing out reminders of my ill-advised cinematic visits over the past few years.
After this concluded, the ATM shuddered to a stop, then abruptly displayed an “Out of Service” message. It actually felt like a judgement on my taste in movies, if I’m honest. Rather depressing when even machines crumple in shame at your taste in entertainment…
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‘The Day the Ear’…missed that one.
Two words for you, Jeb ol’ pal. Gold. Class.
You can give yourself a fine case of cinema bladder yourself, and nobody will care.
A second vote for Gold Class here.. We are successful young gogetters, why would we watch films with the other plebs.
How was the film anyway?
Dude, right up your alley… I got a real Big Lebowski vibe from it.