Public Enemies
I saw Public Enemies the other night with Johnny Depp and it's incredibly awesome. I enjoyed it even though I was in the second row and still haven't been able to work the kinks out of my neck. Honestly, they shouldn't even sell tickets to movies in those seats, or at the very least, they should be half the price. I had to constantly be scanning the screen from left to right so much, I felt like I was watching a tennis match at Wimbledon. Plus, a lot of this movie was shot on a hand-held camera, and that stylistic shakiness turns into vomit inducing nausea very quickly.
I had a bit of a nightmare experience with my concessions though that got me into some trouble. My girlfriend Justine stayed back to hold our seats and I was sent to gather the snacks. For me, there's no decision to make. It's the Super Combo. You know the one....the gallon of pop with the gallon of popcorn. Can't beat it. My girlfriend however cannot simply go with the movie theater standards; she had to have pizza. Yes, pizza. Even though I was against this choice from the very beginning, I kept my yapper shut in an effort to be a good boyfriend. So after waiting the extra five minutes for the pizza to be baked, it came time to transport the snacks back to the theater. For me, this was no easy task. After carefully examining what I had to carry, the system I settled on was placing the popcorn on top of the pizza box in my left hand, giant beverage in my right hand. Things were going fairly smooth with this arrangement until the pizza box collapsed in my hand, causing two of the slices to slide out the side, and my popcorn to fall on the ground. While trying to catch the poporn, I nearly dropped the soda, and Cherry-Coke was pouring out the top. Now, I'm one of those types who is fairly concerned with coming off as cool, calm, and collected when possible, so this mishap had me rather disheveled. So, with my new bad attitude, I returned to the seats where I promised myself not to lecture Justine about how inappropriate of a movie snack pizza is, and apologize for losing two of her slices. However, upon returning, I took immediate notice of the fellow on her side who was seriously chatting her up. Not gonna happen. Not only was he trying to flirt with my girlfriend while I was out fumbling pizzas, he was talking to her about Mr. Skin, something he could have only picked up on from the Mr. Skin t-shirt she was wearing, which in my eyes equates to him staring at her chest. So needless to say, I couldn't be more irritated at this point. I shimmied my way down the row to the dead center seats we had, Cherry-Coke, popcorn, and half of a pizza in tow. When I sat down this dude actually tried to start talking to me in an effort to make his intentions seem friendly, and I just straight up ignored him. Crazy? Probably. But I was in no mood for pleasantries, especially with a dude talking to my girlfriend about what's printed across her boobs while I'm out in the lobby handling concessions. Justine got mad at me for acting like a jerk and making her feel uncomfortable, which is justified, but thankfully the lights dimmed and the movie started before I could dig myself into any deeper of a hole. Even after all this, I still loved the movie! Definitely worth the price of admission, but I'm looking forward to seeing it in the comfort of my own home on a more manageable screen. And without other dudes.
Tomorrow Pet Lions are heading to Milwaukee to play at Summerfest, the world's largest music festival! It should be a lot of fun. If you're in the area, or feel like coming out to an awesome festival, please do. We're playing Thursday on the US Cellular Stage at 3pm. For my info, check out www.summerfest.com!
