Cinematic Mediocrity

When I was a child, my Gran' would send me about $10 to "go to the pictures".

These days it costs you about $18+ and a whole lot of inconvenience. You see I did not post last night because when I got home I was unbelievably tired and simply couldn't be bothered. I did a lot of other things however.

So I went to school and did a lot of passive-aggressive ranting to pass off as answers to my maths exam (wonder if that will go down well - probably not if a certain teacher I've only encountered a few times marks my test, because I don't understand a word she says and I think it goes both ways; the humour would be lost on her). Then after the exam I walked out of the cold and boring gym into the radiant sunshine that tells my head to let the part of my brain that deals with maths know that her days are securely numbered. Too many people care too much about maths exams, but see I couldn't actually care less. I would be desperately disappointed if I looked back on my skool dayz and realised I wasted much of my spare time studying for a terminally ill subject, known as "Maths B".

A bit of time passes (including choir practice which I normally enjoy but today found it rather PAINFUL) and Hagen was driving us to Cannon Park (it's not really a park but they do have a big cannon for decoration) whilst playing Dawson's Creek soundtrack - later followed by a second car trip with a whole lot of Scissor Sisters. This car trip was made necessary because we all wanted to see Nightmare On Elm Street - a movie you absolutely must be over 15 to see and the cow at the ticket box demanded to see IDs because we all look 14 you know? Hagey babe has an action sampler these days, very cool for a lo-fi toy camera (which all cool people have, of course).

IDs were collected and a race began to get back to CJ's for dinner because the little disk that beeps and vibes when your table is ready had been going for about 20 minutes. The waitstaff weren't happy but let us have a table anyway. I had veggie cactus and flag dip and gorged myself like a little fatty who loves Mexican food.

Anyway - here's the fun part. The movie! Now I rarely ever go to Reading cinema and last night definitely refreshed my memory as to why.
First there was the bitchy incident involving the IDs. Secondly, it's just plain out of the way (by Townsville standards anyway, we all agree). Thirdly, as I go to pay for my ticket (which cost more than any other cinema in Townsville) I am told that they only take credit. Yes, they don't actually have EFTPOS - a useful device that was first utilised in the 80's. Reading cinema have had over 30 years to get one!! SO what do they tell me I should do instead? They say "oh there's an ATM over there". So as my mind instantly wondered why they installed and paid for an ATM to facilitate people that require eftpos, instead of installing eftpos - I simply asked if the ATM charged a fee. Yes it did, it charged $2 - which they don't give back to you. So not only are you inconvenienced by their technological shortcomings but they expect you to pay for it! It was most unfortunate that I had no cash and only $20 in the bank, meaning I would be unable to take money out because you can only get out multiples of 50 or 20 and the f*cking ATM would take $2. Others may find this petty but I find it completely unacceptable. I had to borrow money off people. I had to look like a scab because of Reading. Well you know what Reading? I might write a really angry letter to the editor about you, just because I hate you.

The movie was alright, I enjoyed it. Lots of popcorn and constant anticipating scenes saturated in sickly suspense which became tiring very quickly because if you have an IQ over 20, you know something is going to happen, and if you have an IQ over 50 you know that's why they do it and get very annoyed with it very quickly.

Also Charlotte (as a cat herself) is offended by cinematic stereotyping of cats as evil assholes, and dogs as innocent and pure. Pretty sure more people are killed by vicious dogs than vicious cats. I would love to see an evil kitten be an asshole to a pit bull and live to tell the tail, I mean tale. For that matter, pit bulls are illegal for their ferociousness, are any cats illegal?

I blow my nose at you, Reading Cinema! Eat my shorts!

Love (or hate, for you Reading) Lucy