After spending a week to take part with family in out of state vacation, followed immediately with six days of straight work, followed by partaking in a goods friends wedding celebration, followed by immediately more work: I look forward to the two days of rest that I get to achieve.
...yay....
I'm so happy that a competent movie was released in the time frame of my rest. If not, simply one of the best films I have seen in years. District 9 is absolutely astounding. It reminded me why I go an see the movies. Why we should support the film industry when it does something right.
Now, the theater on the other hand, can pretty much go screw itself.
Perhaps the following story will not faze you the slightest. Perhaps you, have a better one to share? (If you do, please share it.) But this was perhaps one of the worst experiences I've had at a theater. Perhaps me and my friends were incredibly fortunate that only this happened.
To be fair, I didn't get the brunt of it. The people directly affected were the two individuals I arrived at the theater with. For me at first it was simply a small annoyance. The only thing I get to complain about is the fact I spent $11 on a popcorn and a soda, and latter spent $7 on a full meal at Wendy's, which was my bad because stupid inflated food prices have been a commodity at theaters for years.
No, perhaps my friend can be better at explaining his frustrations that I am. Regardless of the situation and outcome of whatever arises from what happened. (We are realistic, nothing probably will.) I present to you his letter, that goes so far to include greek mythology to express his frustration.
Please, enjoy.
To the Management of Lincoln Square Cinemas,
These little events must happen all the time, and I can promise that next time they will be well-documented and shown to your landlords.
On the evening of August 17, 2009, around 8:00 PM, I arrived at your theater to see the 8:15 showing of District 9. One of my companions was without state identification, and therefore was not sold a ticket. He was able to produce a University of Washington Student identification which identified him as a sophomore, but that was not sufficient according to the senior employee at the box office. I then spoke to the manager on his behalf, who backed up the box office employee, reiterating that he needed “state issued” identification that had a verifiable date printed somewhere on the card.
I can understand the dilemma; while the ratings system carries no legal authority and is purely voluntary at the discretion of the theater, rules are rules and we clearly did not meet their requirements. We quickly left the mall, drove to his house, got a passport, and raced back just in time to see the end of the previews. No harm no foul, right? Yes, it was extremely annoying, irritating, maddening, and irksome to fulfill your manager’s request, but he was just doing his job. Up until this point, I had no legitimate reason to take issue with your theater.
As my friend and I entered theater sixteen, I had the good fortune to witness something so nauseating that I wanted to grab a makeshift soapbox and vehemently condemn your poorly run enterprise from its very lobby. The disheveled, shabbily dressed ticket taker working theater sixteen encountered the same problem your box office employee did with me and my friend; two customers were without identification. He handled the situation a little differently. Hungrily noticing that these two individuals were pretty ladies – damsels in distress for our slovenly subject – he encouraged them to enter and enjoy the movie, saying that it was “no big deal.” I called him out on his decision, and he rebuffed me, claiming that he and the box office employee made the right decision, as they both could “get in trouble.” For one who smelt of cheap cologne and malt liquor, the man’s wisdom was sagely. He has obviously reached enlightenment, and does not need to ponder the merits of carding one set of people and not another.
My issue here is two-fold. Firstly, the level of hypocrisy that saturates our little scenario is both ghastly and stomach-churning. Mr. Ticket Taker cares enough about his job to refuse the average movie-goer without identification, as well he should. But if a pair of buxom, giggling young ladies confronts him, he is powerless and lets his dick think for him. This is not exactly fair or ethical, as I am sure you recognize.
Secondly, the fact that these two girls were confronted for their lack of I.D. at the door to the movie shows that someone in the box office obviously made the same well-informed decision as the delightful and whimsical vagabond you guys pay to tear tickets. To buy tickets for an R rated film is to also be carded. This step clearly did not happen.
Surely you have figured out by now that I am pissed. Not cantankerous-old-man-pissed, or Keanu-Reeves-trying-to-act-pissed pissed, but a genuine and baleful degree of pissed worthy of only Atreus and Thyestes (you might need to google that one). Your theater has one week to contact me, and when they do we will discuss options your staff can take to avoid these problems in the future. Think of it as a free “You’ll thank me later” training exercise. Otherwise, I can promise that I will contact the appropriate authorities and notify them that you don’t particularly follow their cutesy little ratings system. Instead you’re a theater that grabs life by the balls, tells the establishment to go screw itself, and boldly charters a territory free of ratings, all for the glory of maybe, on a 99.9% chance, getting some tail.
Cheers,
Peter
So that was fun.
And by fun, I mean I doubt I will be going back to that theater any time soon.
Anyone have any fun annoying stories concerning movie theaters? It's time to vent.
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