Saturday, May 26, 2007
We missed Spiderman 3 at the Historic Senator Theater, but saw it tonight at the Rotunda. Some flick called The Waitress was playing in the other theater, and a large number of octogenarians were waiting in line for that. Many of them were saddened when they couldn't get a ticket after it sold out, and opted to see Spiderman instead.
Good Lord. I thought teenagers in movie theaters were bad.
The woman next to me kept up a running commentary: "What's that thing? This chair is broken. I can't hear. This is crazy. Who's that man? I bet he comes back again! Who would marry that pipsqueak? See, I knew he would come back! That's that fella from Wings, isn't it? He's always playing dumb guys. Who could like this?"
Her companion was no better: "Your seat ain't broken, you just have to put it down before you sit on it. That gal is ugly. All these fellas in their tight costumes are light in the loafers. Who's that guy? Why is the mirror talking?"
There was an old guy two rows down from us who shouted everything that happened: "That's Stan Lee, fer Christ's sake! That's Thomas Haden Church! Look at that, he sliced him with a blade! That's a sticky mess! He's throwing bombs!"
It was hell. I didn't much like the movie anyhow, but admired Thomas Haden Church's gritty performance. I also liked Bruce Campbell as a French waiter. I saw Bruce in an Old Spice commercial recently and it made me sad.
Sam Raimi and Pete Jackson need to do zombie flix again. Soon.