Having seen reviews, trailers, heard friends extol the amazement with seeing it, I decided the other night to go see the movie Gravity.
I don’t often spring for all the works, IMAX, 3D, whole bit, but the line fed to me was “see it in 3D, on the biggest screen they have.” To be fair, the people telling me this hate 3D movies with a passion so to hear the recommendation was enough to make me go and see it with all the toppings, so to speak.
Now, don’t get me wrong, this isn’t a movie review post. I absolutely loved the movie. Once the film started I was totally immersed in outer space with George Clooney and Sandra Bullock.
I had to get through the pre-movie issues I hadn’t dealt with in a long time first.
The last year or so most of the movies I’d seen had animated creatures (or food) in them so I hadn’t been to the movies in awhile. The few I’d seen that were not family movies I had my oldest daughter, Abbi, to go along with me. This was the first time I’d ventured out to the movies alone.
Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t really care when I headed out the door. Still don’t care too much one way or the other. But it’s funny the strange looks you get when you’re sitting, alone, in a row in a theater that’s not that awful full. The reason I decided to go, you see, was because I just wasn’t tired, hadn’t been sleeping, and figured I might as well head out and enjoy my insomnia.
So here I was, popcorn, a drink, pack of Milk Duds . . . and I found a nondescript seat in a random, not well traveled part of the theater.
Still, didn’t stop people from doing the double-take. Some were wondering if the seat next to me had been saved. Others, well . . . they just looked. Not in a “oh, look at the creepy guy” way but . . . just wondering I suppose.
Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t really care. I had wanted to see this movie and I went and it was quite enjoyable.
But I noticed something I guess I hadn’t in awhile. I wrote a piece for Rene Syler’s site last week on date night. Funny thing was that came about when I stumbled on an old, bad movie I’d seen on a night out with my wife. Going to see Gravity, which I was fairly certain wasn’t really a date movie, I noticed that I actually was the only singular ticket in the audience that night. Lots of young couples, teenagers, looking for dark spots like mine to be out of view. I saw 2 or 3 gay couples, a father and son, mother and daughter . . . but lots of couples.
It’s funny, because where the movie in last week’s article made me miss my wife being at this one didn’t make me miss her. What I missed was having someone to go to the movies with, I suppose. Not because I felt bad seeing the others with their dates and felt the judgement of their stares, I don’t care about that. I never have. But once in awhile, in a gripping, realistic movie, it’s nice to have a shared experience. That’s what the movies were meant to be. In this instance, it was a night filled with couples and I’d become a fly on the wall of their late night maneuvers, albeit only during the trailers at the beginning of the movie. Once the movie started, it was all about the movie.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not off in search of some film going companion. That’s not the point here . . . I just suddenly realized how blissfully unaware, in the times after Andrea died, I was of my solitude. Seems it might be kind of healthy that I realize it now.
Still . . . the strange looks don’t stop me from enjoying my movie. I enjoyed it immensely.