1. If I were to dig through your possessions, find your digital music device and pressed play, what song would I hear?
2. What is your go-to order at Chick-fil-a?
3. What was the last movie you saw in the theatre, and what is your official review?
I will start us off in the comments.
Sometimes I like to read a review before I choose to see a movie or not. I like to try to glean some insight from the critic before I pay $400 to see a crappy film. Most quality reviews will give an honest an unbiased angle, but every now and again, you can find one that defies the norm.
While vacationing in Tybee Island/Savannah, Georgia, I came upon the following review:
It’s not every day that you are asked to avoid a movie like a “hot case of herpes.”
Thank you Alaina Loughridge — for your candid and hilarious review of this movie. I will avoid it like the herpes of which you speak.
For the lazy reader: The following entry is about Kevin and a group of his friends at a late showing of a recent box office smash. Hilarity ensues.
Last night I decided to take in a movie with a group of friends. I will not disclose the name of the film so that I cannot be held accountable if you were to see it. Let’s just say it had a 50 foot naked guy in it.
While this movie is not for everyone, it was quite interesting and quite long. When it finally ended, I looked at my watch with great surprise — 12:55 am — way later than I had anticipated being out. So we got up and made our way out of the darkened room. There is always that funny feeling when your movie runs late and you walk out into the lobby and find that the staff apparently has gone home for the night and expects you to lock up when you are finished. Why doesn’t more looting and plundering take place at this point? It’s shocking. I mean, you don’t have a bumbling teen behind the counter guarding the box of $5 Reese’s Pieces.
Perhaps what I found more shocking was the man who at almost 1 am, after having been entertained by a Hollywood blockbuster and after having ponied-up $10 for a ticket decides to play the claw machine. What is going on in his life that makes him think, “Claw machine? Fifty cents? One o’clock in the morning? Alright — I think I can win that stuffed Batman in the back…his leg is sticking out. How can I lose?”
Indeed my good man, how could you lose?
