After a long, tough day of blogging at Zen, I met Jess at her apartment and we went to see Wall-E at the Alamo Drafthouse. It's not at the real Alamo, though that would be pretty cool, and pretty sad from a historical preservation viewpoint. But it is at a movie theater with an alien theme, and a mural that said, "When aliens invade, remember the Alamo!" I think this means, "When aliens invade, remember to hole up in an indefensible fort against insurmountable odds until the aliens come in and slaughter you!" You can't fool me, I know my Texas history. I did that arbitration.
The other thing about this theater, besides the rather ominous mural, is that you can order food while you watch the movie. The seats are behind these long bench-like tables and there's enough space between the tables and the row in front of you for waiters to scurry by and take your order. The menu has salads, sandwiches, pizza, etc. and, in honor of Wall-E, stuff like "cupcake in a shake." This sounds like a great idea, and it is, until you're watching the movie and [MILD SPOILER ALERT] about an hour into it, you finally see the people of the future, and they're all really fat. And they sit around in their hover chairs and eat things like "cupcake in a shake." And you look down at your grilled cheese on sourdough and the waiters running around bringing people food, and you feel kind of bad about yourself, and really, let's face it, about mankind in general.
None of this is to disparage the movie. I loved the movie. The first hour, especially, is brilliant. I'm just saying, maybe you want to go jogging beforehand, that's all.
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