Fire Burning on the Dance Floor
I hear all the talk about how Johnny Depp is hot and his latest movie, Public Enemies, is also hot, but I had no idea it was this hot!
I decided to catch an early showing of Public Enemies today, not because I have a thing for Johnny Depp, though I do enjoy his movies.
Turns out, the early showing wasn't the best idea, at least not at the theatre I chose.
When I got there, people were gathered around, outside, eating theatre popcorn and drinking theatre barrels of beverages. Strange sight. Those are the things that are meant for the darkness, where people can't see you gorging your face with the expensive goodies.
Then I saw a fire engine. Then another one. A third one was pulling onto the grounds. The fire chief's van pulled up.
Great. Someone's been screwing around with the fire alarms. Or so I thought.
When I got to the front entrance, I realized it wasn't a prank. Some of the doors were open and ventilation fans were going and smoke was pouring out from inside the theatre. A theatre worker comes running out from the building, holding his mouth, coughing and chocking on the smoke. A manager of the theatre follows him and makes an announcement. He said that everything was okay and that they'd be letting people in shortly. Uhh, yeah, okay. One guy runs out, nearly passing out from smoke inhalation, and this guy says people will be allowed in shortly? I don't think so!
I said, forget it. Time to look for another location to view the film.
But first, I had to snap a few, rather uneventful looking photos.
I was greeted by this when I pulled into the parking lot...
Followed by these...
The last one had smoke pouring out the open door, but it didn't really show up in the photo. So, I enhanced it a little. I'm pretty sure you wouldn't have guessed it was "enhanced", had I not said anything..
And after reviewing the photos, here on the computer, I've come to the conclusion that my phone camera utterly bites. I'm ashamed of it. Retched bastard.
I was unable to find a decent afternoon showing of the movie, so I had to settle for an evening showing. And, lucky me, I had to get a couple of fucked up girls sitting next to me that didn't want to shut their traps, both with each other and on their cells. I was this close to leaning over and punching them in the crotch.
And if that wasn't bad enough, as I was pulling up to my house afterward, I saw a bunch of people gathered on the sidewalk. I thought to myself, 'great, that's all I need...some moron having a late party'. As I got to my house, 2 cop cars are parked on the street. Great. Now what?!
I wasn't in the mood to go find out. Whatever happened, I hope the person that did wrong got fucked and that was the end of story.
I decided to catch an early showing of Public Enemies today, not because I have a thing for Johnny Depp, though I do enjoy his movies.
Turns out, the early showing wasn't the best idea, at least not at the theatre I chose.
When I got there, people were gathered around, outside, eating theatre popcorn and drinking theatre barrels of beverages. Strange sight. Those are the things that are meant for the darkness, where people can't see you gorging your face with the expensive goodies.
Then I saw a fire engine. Then another one. A third one was pulling onto the grounds. The fire chief's van pulled up.
Great. Someone's been screwing around with the fire alarms. Or so I thought.
When I got to the front entrance, I realized it wasn't a prank. Some of the doors were open and ventilation fans were going and smoke was pouring out from inside the theatre. A theatre worker comes running out from the building, holding his mouth, coughing and chocking on the smoke. A manager of the theatre follows him and makes an announcement. He said that everything was okay and that they'd be letting people in shortly. Uhh, yeah, okay. One guy runs out, nearly passing out from smoke inhalation, and this guy says people will be allowed in shortly? I don't think so!
I said, forget it. Time to look for another location to view the film.
But first, I had to snap a few, rather uneventful looking photos.
I was greeted by this when I pulled into the parking lot...
Followed by these...
The last one had smoke pouring out the open door, but it didn't really show up in the photo. So, I enhanced it a little. I'm pretty sure you wouldn't have guessed it was "enhanced", had I not said anything..
And after reviewing the photos, here on the computer, I've come to the conclusion that my phone camera utterly bites. I'm ashamed of it. Retched bastard.
I was unable to find a decent afternoon showing of the movie, so I had to settle for an evening showing. And, lucky me, I had to get a couple of fucked up girls sitting next to me that didn't want to shut their traps, both with each other and on their cells. I was this close to leaning over and punching them in the crotch.
And if that wasn't bad enough, as I was pulling up to my house afterward, I saw a bunch of people gathered on the sidewalk. I thought to myself, 'great, that's all I need...some moron having a late party'. As I got to my house, 2 cop cars are parked on the street. Great. Now what?!
I wasn't in the mood to go find out. Whatever happened, I hope the person that did wrong got fucked and that was the end of story.