Saturday, November 17, 2012
Want to Hear About My Evening?
It’s cold out. Very cold. A movie I’ve been looking forward to all year had premiered. We head out on a long drive, our gas is low, we have enough to make it to the theater. We arrive at the theater to long lines to grab tickets, we have ten minutes to spare. Either way, we know we might miss some, or get terrible seats. We get on line.
After a long wait on line, we find out that “Lincoln” is sold out. It is playing on one screen. Only one screen. There won’t be another showing for the rest of the evening. I am disappointed, but it is only a movie. Then I find myself getting angry on principle. What happened? Why was “Lincoln” playing on only one screen with three showings a day? Because “Fucking Twilight” is playing on three with over sixteen showings a day.
The great American President that freed the slaves, preserved the union, and died for this, the Great Emancipator, the one whom many consider to be the greatest President, one of history’s most important figures… tossed aside for “Fucking Twilight.” I’m not angry because I didn’t get to see a movie I wanted to see, I am angry because “Fucking Twilight” is getting this sort of demand from the mindless consumers. From our dear retarded culture.
If you went to see “Fucking Twilight” this weekend, I pretty much hate you. Do the world a favor and go crucify yourself.