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Monday, June 14, 2004 |
OT: Twenty Wasted Minutes
Talk about a waste of time. We went to see Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban on Sunday, and of course, we got there before the published start time for the movie. It's not enough that theatergoers are paying to get in; no, we're just another captive audience for non-movie related ads. Trailers I can handle, but not obnoxious dancing Fanta girls, cellphones, and -- yes, they think we're this stupid -- ads imploring us to arrive at the theater early so we can see more of this bilge as though this were something we should pay for. At Regal theaters, including all the defunct Edwards chain, it's called "The Twenty", which is to say, twenty minutes subtracted from your life.
If there is a hell, the slimebucket who greenlighted this should be forced to watch "The Twenty" until his brain melts. Word to the wise: either avoid Regal, plan to arrive exactly at showtime, or bring a Gameboy. Man, who'd ever predict that you'd need to bring something be amused at the movies?
Comments:
We are in total agreement both on the assualt to our freedoms by the "I am the law" bush administration and the nonsense of paying to be advertised to. Its totally insane.
What's the big deal? You said that you arrived "before the published start time for the movie"- just don't do that anymore. If you do get there early and you can’t stand the ads, go sit in the lobby until your movie is about to start. Grab a pack of Jujubes.
Or better yet, don't pay any attention. Just because something is on the screen doesn't mean you have to watch it. I always use those 20 minutes as a time to converse with my loved ones and friends- it’s a novel concept, I know.
Or better yet, don't pay any attention. Just because something is on the screen doesn't mean you have to watch it. I always use those 20 minutes as a time to converse with my loved ones and friends- it’s a novel concept, I know.
Richard -- I paid them. They are annoying me in return for my patronage. The volume of the ads is turned up to conversation-overwhelming level. The point is that we're not supposed to be talking to each other, we're supposed to be watching the damn ads.
If I wanted to watch ads, I'd be home with my remote.
If I wanted to watch ads, I'd be home with my remote.
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