By Kevin Wilson: CNJ columnist
I had never walked out on a movie, and I wasn’t starting now.
The following is a true story. The names of the people involved are changed, the names of the movies involved aren’t.
Sunday. 4:38 p.m. In one hand I hold my soda; the other, two tickets
for the 4:40 p.m. showing of “The Hangover,” and my cell phone with an
open text message thread.
Me (2:15 p.m.): I’ll be at the theater at 4:30 p.m.
Tara (2:16 p.m.) : All right.
Me: (4:36 p.m.): I’m in the lobby. Already got tix.
Tara (4:38 p.m.): Almost there.
A few minutes later, the almost is gone. We enter the
already-darkened theater where the 4:40 movie is now showing. We are
the late people I normally loathe.
Trailers for bad movies show. Sarcastic comments follow. And then
silence, for “The Hangover” is about to start. The summer’s breakout
comedy starts at an office building, with … Sandra Bullock on an
As an aside, I do not hate Sandra Bullock movies. I just don’t
particularly like Sandra Bullock movies. There are many things I’d
rather do than watch a Sandra Bullock movie, and at the top of Sunday’s
list was “Watch the movie I paid to see.” I required no romantic ending.
The stages of grief set in. Denial comes first.
“Wait, Sandra Bullock’s in ‘The Hangover,’ too? So is Ryan Reynolds? Thought I would have heard something about that.”
The words, “The Proposal” come up on the screen. Anger comes next.
I’m tempted to lash out at Tara for showing up late so we didn’t have
time to pick out a seat and … oh yeah, not hurriedly walk into a
theater where one could easily mistake “NOW SHOWING THE HANGOVER 440
PM” with “NOW SHOWING THE PROPOSAL 440 PM.”
Tara took control of the bargaining. “Kevin, I kinda want to see
this movie anyway. Assuming you’re free the rest of the night, as am I,
I’ll pay for ‘The Hangover’ later tonight.”
Depression was quick. For as much as I didn’t want to see Bullock,
there’s something enjoyable about Ryan Reynolds given a chance to be a
jerk. Basically, “Proposal” goes like so: The world’s most demanding
boss (Bullock) is about to be deported to Canada, but she forces her
assistant (Reynolds) to marry her and they have to take a trip to his
family’s house in Alaska to break the news and try to convince an
immigration agent they’re in love and not defrauding the government.
Soon after, acceptance sets in. I walked us into the wrong theater,
and I do not have the moral high ground on Tara here. During a dinner
break between the movies, I texted Lacey, who recommended I watch “The
Hangover” because I knew she’d love an embarrassing story. And I told
friends online, noting they would have become millionaires if they
could have bottled up the sense of defeat I felt when Bullock appeared
on screen at 4:50 p.m.
A friend writes back, “That’s nothing. I had a friend whose wife
took him to ‘28 Days Later’ (British zombie movie) thinking it was the
sequel to ‘28 Days’ (Bullock movie about a big-city reporter who checks
into a quaint drug rehab center).
I’m guessing she didn’t get a romantic ending either.
Kevin Wilson is a columnist for Freedom New Mexico. He can be contacted
at 763-3431, ext. 313, or by e-mail: firstname.lastname@example.org