A Pet Peeve... And A Commercial (Of Sorts)

One of my (silly and none of my business) pet peeves is when people pay good money at a theater to watch a bad movie they didn't read about ahead of time and then complain about the movie to the rest of us.

Come on, Folks. Think.

In today's world? I wouldn't think of traveling to view a movie I'd not checked-out online ahead of time. Well, certainly not one with a rating higher than PG, anyway. 

I mean, years ago I felt bad-moody because Tom didn't feel like driving me over to the old-fashioned, $3 a seat, whisk-you-back-in-time theater, so I drove there alone, which I normally enjoy, given the right corresponding mood. I chose Runaway Bride, but while I sat with my M and M's waiting for it to begin, the thought struck me, "Hey! This may turn out to be sleazy. I didn't read a word about it."

But, alas, I loved every minute. Whew. Even dragged Tom to see it nights later (he loved it, but don't tell him I told you) and bought the dvd which I've nearly worn tracking holes through.

But, as I said, (and as a rule) I never do that.

No, before we travel to see any movie I check with my favorite movie reviewer. As with other reviewers, he/they shares opinions about movies, yes, but also list more specific information. Such as, exactly how many (and which) 'naughty words' you'll hear, how many and what sort of, uhm, naughty things you will see, even how often anyone drank liquor, smoked or advocated what the Bible says, Hey don't do. 

They list those things then let you decide for yourself if you want to brave the weather, head over to the theater and hand your money to the cashier.

I like that.

So there you have it, one of my pet peeves. And you also have my explanation of why, most likely, you'll never hear me moaning in this blog about the sleazy, stupid movie I walked out of over the weekend.

It just ain't gonna happen.


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