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| Feelin' kinda N E R D Y |
I finally saw The Avengers last night... I say finally because I was going to go to the midnight showing, but had to work at the hellhole until 11:00 that night. Yup, that place ruins everything. So I ended up at a sold out Tuesday evening showing by myself. Alone. By myself. I really was supposed to have movie watching companions, I even saved them seats. Unfortunately, they got there after the tickets sold out and didn't take my hooligan advice to buy a ticket for another movie and sneak in the theater. So who cares if they created a small fire hazard? Not all the seats were filled and I even had two saved... up until 5 minutes before the movie started. In my heart of hearts, I believed they might muster the courage to be a rebel and sneak past the teenage ushers who take their job oh so seriously. At least I had saved their seats long enough for families with small children to bypass me and go to the very, very front of the theater. Yeah, it just made me look like a real dick. So I finally decided to call my absentee movie buddies (mostly to prove that I actually have friends) and told them I had to fork over their seats to a group of nerdy boys... who seemed to see a kindred spirit in me. Or just boobs.
I was proud of myself- I actually spoke to these gentlemen like a normal human being. Mostly. Unfortunately, that morning I opted for the "cute girly top" rather than my normal geeky t shirt suit of armor or else the night's events might have gone a bit differently. I hate when people talk to me during movies. I hate when people text during movies. I hate seeing movies in crowded theaters (except for midnight showings) because someone usually breaks these commandments. I thought I had these gents on my side... until the movie started. Apparently my minuscule female brain was already overflowing with thoughts of make up and dresses and all things pink to comprehend the movie and I needed to be told who each character was. For example, one of the guys leaned over when Loki first appears to tell me that it is, in fact Loki. I refuted that I believed he was Gandalf because he was carrying a big stick. Not picking up on my sarcasm, he then told me that Bruce Banner is the Hulk. I just couldn't believe it. Mild mannered Bruce Banner is a giant green monster? Boy, I wouldn't like him when he's angry. Oh, and did you know that Tony Stark is Iron Man? Whaaaat?! No way! Is his arch nemesis the Man of Steel? So it's like a naturally occurring element versus a man made alloy? That final comment is finally what put it over the top and they shut up for the rest of the movie... I need to work on my social skills.
...so you know who Captain America is then?
ReplyDeleteI generally avoid crowded theatres for the same reasons you said. But, I was pleasantly surprised that aside from reacting to the obviously nerdgasmic scenes in the film, the theatre I was in was pretty quiet.
If you were there alone, it should be assumed you knew what you were going to see. So I don't know why they felt the need to point out who everyone was...but it was probably the closest they'd been to a real girl in awhile...