Even less excited when I went to the movie earlier this week. No more $6 Tuesdays…..
“So I’ll use my points for admission,” I said.
Nope. “You’re points should transfer to our Stubs program over time, but not instantly.”
So the regular $15 freight for Tuesday.
It was between “Get Out” and “Their Finest”….didn’t know much about either except that my nephew Cullen, a film student, had raved about Get Out. So Get Out it was, even though I am usually allergic to anything with any kind of horror/scarey vibe.
So I actually wasn’t annoyed the first time the screen froze. It broke the tension and let me breathe for a minute. The second time the screen froze was unnecessary. The fourth and fifth times even more so. “I’m going to Instagram this,” said a woman in my row. “Ridiculous,” said a man back a ways. “I knew it was bad that when they sold out to AMC,” I said.
No one from the theater told us anything, but we were near revolt when the movie restarted, seemingly for good. The movie was finally winding up, the weirdnesses starting to be illuminated. “Get out” is one of those rare movies that truly is cross-genre. Yes, it’s a creepy horror-ish movie, but is also racial commentary. You think its a “Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner” remake, but the weirdness is far more than skin deep.
How is it going to end? The protagonist Chris seems to be making his way out of an impossible situation, when suddenly…
The projector freezes.
Everyone gets a refund.
Except not everyone really does. “You only gave me back $13.50, not $15,” says the woman ahead of me. The extra movie pass doesn’t mollify her. “We’ve wasted two hours. I can’t get that back.”
“If you aren’t satisfied contact AMC.”
People who don’t have the credit card used for purchase in possession cannot get refunds at all, though they are given passes.
On the walk home I call nephew Cullen who recommended the movie in the first place, to see how it ends.
And that was a really great conversation. In fact, I know more about the movie after the conversation with Cullen than I would have if I’d seen the ending. When things get scary/creepy I have a tendency to watch things between my fingers and not pay 100% attention to detail. And this is a movie where every detail matters.
Kinda like life.
And the functionality of a movie projector.