|One of many changes: We don't go to movies here anymore.|
|The movie Love & Friendship, based on Jane Austen's novel Lady Susan, was good, but getting to it was painful.|
Then the real trouble started. We didn't know that going into a theatre 20 minutes early is a mistake; an invitation to be blasted with an endless lineup of commercials for many, many things you do not want. When we finally got to 8 p.m. -- the supposed starting time -- our spirits sank. It wasn't time for the movie; it was time for the trailers! The sound was pumped up to ear-splitting levels; you could feel it vibrate in your breast-bone. These future movies all seemed to involve beautiful young women, all seductive and floaty at the start, undergoing horrific trials and ending up in piles of reddish gore. I don't like suspense, I don't like gore. I shut my eyes tight; I plugged my ears tighter -- it was like being under attack. John seemed to be in a similar bodily position. So, 20 minutes of commercials; 15 minutes of assault -- 35 minutes of pain before the movie even began. When it did -- Love & Friendship, based on Jane Austen's novel Lady Susan -- it was such a shift from what we had just been through that it seemed surreal. It was a good movie, funny and well-made, but it may be our last. If we are ever lured back, we have a strategy. We will know the front from the back of the theatre and reserve accordingly, but the seats will be on the aisle. Fifteen minutes after the scheduled start time, we will pop into those seats. We will make the new movie experience as close to the old as possible.