I got thinking a few weeks ago about my most memorable trips to the cinema. Nothing kinky (unfortunately) but still, there have been some trips to watch films that I remember more than others.
As a kid, quite a few incidents spring to mind. One time me and my best friend Chloe got chucked out of our local cinema The Rio for throwing cans of coke around. We must have been about thirteen at the time. Unbelievably, this tiny cinema with only two screens and sofas instead of cinema chairs, is still going today. I’m not PROUD of our reckless, teenage behaviour but I don’t regret it either. I’ve lived man.
The guy who owns The Rio used to let us watch literally anything we wanted (and – in passing – he’s a right miserable bastard). But a ticket still costs today what it did in 1999 – £3.00 (the average cinema ticket in the UK costs £10.00) and if four teenagers wanted to watch a gory horror movie who was he to stop them? It was greatly possible that the four teenagers could be his only customers for the whole night so I do kinda understand. Though the time he let us in to see A Clockwork Orange, with his only comment being “I don’t think you’ll like it much” does remain quite worrying.
Of course snide remarks aside it is really cool that a cinema from 1931 is still going to this day – especially in my hometown. Because let me tell you, there isn’t a lot else going on round there.
This one is SO EMBARRASSING and it contains an ex-boyfriend (urghhhh – vomit) so not the best of memories. Plus did I mentiong it was SO EMBARRASSING? I had to walk out of a packed movie theatre (Bas Vegas Empire on a Friday night) and I don’t like drawing attention to myself at the best of times.
So what happened was we were watching Saw 3, arguably the goriest of all the Saw movies. It starts off with a scene where a guy has all these….. you know what, here’s a picture –
So I tried to use a fairly tame picture (for all the tame readers out there) but you can hopefully see how this our lucky guy has chains attached to him by big metal hoops. They’ve thoughtfully been placed in painful crevices ALL OVER HIS BODY and the idea of The Game (yay I wanna play a game!) is that he pulls out the hoops, against a Countdown style clock, to avoid being murdered in another unpleasant fashion.
Anyway, as Saw fans will know these scenes are pretty OTT and usually accompanied by fast camera movement and very loud music. Well my wussy ex-boyfriend couldn’t take it – three minutes into the film and he couldn’t take it! He whispered to me that he felt funny and we had to leave. I was like, you must be kidding surely? I probably even laughed, thinking it was a joke. But cut a long story short, we did end up leaving, half way through this very scene. And I felt like a right twat, convinced that everyone would think it was ME – the pussy little girl – that was terrified of fake blood and heavy metal music.
Happily I went to see the movie a week or so later with my friend Marie. We then made it our Halloween date for the next four years to watch every sequel. Here come the girls!
This next memory is more recent. In 2008 I went to see Gran Torino.
Nothing particularly remarkable about this except I went with my grandad and it was the first time we’d been to the cinema together – ever! I was 22 and he was 68. Now my grandad is a great, great man. And to be a great, great man who do you idolise? Clint Eastwood of course.
My grandad introduced me to Spaghetti Westerns and Dirty Harry and when I reported that Eastwood was bringing out a new movie where he turned vigilante-hard-guy once again my grandad actually agreed to come and see it at the cinema. It was nice sitting there with him, listening to him laugh at Walt’s growling and straight talking attitude.
The only mistake we made was not realising it had a super sad ending. We weren’t ready for it – I was still crying as we left the cinema and my grandad swore he would never watch it again. Happy times! But talking of crying in the cinema, we’ve all done it right?
When I was twelve, me and my friend Emily went to see Armageddon. We went to another small, local cinema in a neighbouring town which has since closed down. The Flix only lasted about ten years I think.
Anyway – wow that film made me cry! In my little twelve year old mind, Bruce Willis sacrificing himself for the life of Ben Affleck was THE MOST IMPORTANT THING EVER and the cringe-worthy scene where he appears on screen to ‘Gracie’ saying he’s gonna have to break his promise and not come home is burned into my memory forever, perhaps even the retina of my eye I remember it so clearly.
Anyway, I ended up running out of the screen (probably just as Aerosmith started playing) and into the toilets. Legendarily, that was where Emily found me – crying, in the toilet, wailing between sobs “I…love…Bruce….Willis”.