This is kind of odd, let me share this with you guys.
So I went to go see My Bloody Valentine 3D on Friday night. I actually have gift cards for Regal theaters and there's one not too far way with a digital 3D projector. However, the local AMC theater is closer and also has a 3D projection system, so I opted to pay money out of pocket and see it it there.
I get there, get my tickets and go to the upstairs theater. There is an entrance and exit door, both blocked off in the middle - once you go past the entrance door, you have to give your ticket to the ticket taker to even just get to the concessions. I politely ask the ticket taker (does this position have a real title?) if I was too early to go in or if I could just lounge around. Her reply, politely enough, was that I should come back in about ten minutes. Unfortunately, the exit way is blocked and a rush of people make it impossible to navigate to that way. I notice a group of people calmly waiting in a corner area inside this entrance way waiting to see the flick. I cast my lot with them.
Now, keep in mind, this is Friday night. It's cold as balls out. The movie has a limited amount of theaters its being screen in with actual 3D digital projection. It's a goddamn madhouse. People everywhere. But piss poor management has decided to not organize any kind of line, waiting area or what have you.
So after a few minutes, some 19-year-old short haired prick starts yelling at all of us that we cannot wait in this corner area. We were blocking the entrance and were horrible human beings - all of us. The group, which had been relatively quiet and civil is totally confused and simply asks where to go. He yells at us just to wait outside like human beings or else. We end up going out the entrance door, thereby literally blocking entrance, and form a line outside the entrance door.
A few more minutes pass when the same guy comes out and starts yelling at us that we were blocking the door. He tells us to go line up elsewhere - anywhere! - without any kind of direction. The outside area is packed with people waiting for folks to leave the theater, buying tickets, hanging out, etc. When the group fails to respond with his awful brand of organization, he threatens us all - telling us that that none of us will see the movie unless we oblige him.
That's when I lost it.
I made my way to the box office and asked for a full refund. When the lady asked why, I loudly pointed to the guy and said, "Because of that dick right there!" When I relayed to her that seeing a movie is not a privilege when I pay twenty-five fucking dollars to see it, and that none of us should be accountable for poor organization on a Friday fucking night when there's nothing to do outside (on account of it being TEN FUCKING DEGREES), she rattles off some excuses ("We didn't know we'd be so busy!"). I got my money back. And I made my way downstairs to complain to the general manager - not to score free tickets or passes (I'll never go back), but that nobody should have to put up with such ridiculousness when they pay over $5 per hour for likely forgettable entertainment.
So maybe it's just the movie itself, which I did see just hours ago at a much nicer establishment and without any complications, that is making folks around it into such jerks. The three dimensions of it all, somehow transferring its rage to normal people through Real-D glasses and making them copycats of Harry Warden.
Short review, btw - film was pretty forgettable and downright terrible if wasn't for three 3D gimmick. Some neat kills with it, but you only get to see one pair of mediocre three dimensional tits. Most attractive women in the flick don't even run around with wet t-shirts. Neat twist if you saw the original, but totally by-the-numbers. Didn't know if it wanted to be total 3D "lol" camp or SERIOS BUSINESS horror flick.
Actually, after writing this, I'm getting the strange sensation that I want to murder someone too!
