A Day At The Movies.

In an interest to escape the dark cave that has become my bedroom (and the wrath of my father), I chose to see two movies today at the theatre. Back to back, no breaks, no planning, just drive on over and see what chance has in mind for us. Turns out Chance either had it out for me today, or just has really shitty taste in visual entertainment. Anyhow, I found myself watching first Death Race and then The Mummy: Tomb of the Dragon Emperor.

Don’t worry, I’m not here to write movie reviews. Suffice it to say that Death Race was a typical brainless action movie, The Mummy was just like the rest. I did, however, want to take a moment to just write about my interaction with the audiences of both films. Oh yes, we did interact. I’m just not sure they realized it.

During both movies, from time to time, I would glance to the left, right, and behind of me. The wide array of facial expressions was funny to the say the least, but I found it comforting in some way. Lately I’ve been feeling a bit lonely, ok well… VERY lonely would be more accurate (but who’s paying attention anyways)… yet it hasn’t botherd me as much as it used to. Anyways, I found myself wondering if anyone else feels a sort of kinship with the random strangers around them while watching a movie. For 2 hours of each movie, I laughed, jumped, smiled, cheered, and frowned at the screen with these people. For 2 hours of each, I found myself teleported into another time, another place, with dozens of people I knew not at all. And it didn’t matter. For once the film was rolling, all that mattered was the sound of a united laughter. Kind of cool.

Leaving the theater, the sun was falling and the sky was lit in that beautiful array of purple and orange pastels… the sun a fiery ember slowly fading. To the east a rainbow could be seen piercing the dark clouds that lay in that direction, the breeze washing over me, teasing, lifting my spirits.

I can’t remember ever having felt so content.