So, this past weekend and this week my wife has off. She finished teaching a Summer session and pretty soon she'll be back teaching Chemistry for the Fall semester. I figured she isn't anywhere near as critical on viewing of PQ as I am (stated as much), so I decided I'd be nice and tolerate the general public on someone else's terms. Scary.
So, we decide to go see Wedding Crashers at the Regal Mall of Georgia 20. Its being shown in two pillboxes almost simultaneously (10-minutes apart). We get there early (per our old usual routine), no lines and glad to get a good seat. Watching other patrons come in is rewarded with mostly couples. Of course, there was one case of a young couple (about 20) that decided their convenience was worth more to them then everyone else's convenience and pushed a stroller into the rheater with a baby that could have been a year old. What are grandparents for again?
Anyway, we are sitting there whispering to one another and the theater begins its MANDATORY 20-minutes (that's right, 20-minutes) of commercials. No, not movie trailed, but commercials. So, its our option to a) give up our seats and spend 20-minutes outside the theater, b) sit there and be sold on kiddy-sh!t (a la the MTv 90's generation), or c) click our heals and say, "there's no place like home, there's no place like home." So, we clicked away, dreaming of Ruby-shoes escape.
Ok, twenty of the longest minutes in Hell go by and now we have the assault of the movie trailers. Sorry, I much, much prefer just going on Apple's website and having a look at what is to come. I don't need the snap, crackle, and pop, of poorly edited (at this theater) of uber-spliced trailers. Its annoying, and how many of those trailers do you remember post feature film? Especially if you are of the 90's MTv generation with your 30-second attention span?
Ok, on with the feature. Now, I like the current frat gang in Hollywood. Their kind of assault on femenism is amusing, and a nice break from the daily 'yes dear' environment. What's more entertaining is my wife like these guys as well. She loved The Anchorman, can you believe that? So, I'm sitting their with the DW watching the film and my little analytical mind goes off and notices something strange about the picture.
No, the image isn't dim, but rather the opposite. This projected image is so f'ing bright that everything is bloomed. Hell, the black tux's are mid-gray! The whites have zero detail. And when talking about white fluted columns of marble, it takes a rediculous amount of incorrect exposure to come up this sour. Was it me, was it the presentation, or was it the film? I'm hoping its the presentation (wouldn't surprise me) because anything exposed this badly means that someone should be blacklisted in H'wood for it.
Ok, what about the movie. We loved it! And being a guy (ahem, dog) I was enchanted with Rachel McAdams and infactuated with Isla Fisher. But, this isn't to say that Jane Seymore, Grrrrowl, wasn't entertaining (would you have touched them?), too.
Anyway, aside from the flick itself the end result was that we spent time rubbing elbows with the public and now that it is out of our system will wait another year before considering doing it again. For the money, we could have just waited and bought the DVD.
So, we decide to go see Wedding Crashers at the Regal Mall of Georgia 20. Its being shown in two pillboxes almost simultaneously (10-minutes apart). We get there early (per our old usual routine), no lines and glad to get a good seat. Watching other patrons come in is rewarded with mostly couples. Of course, there was one case of a young couple (about 20) that decided their convenience was worth more to them then everyone else's convenience and pushed a stroller into the rheater with a baby that could have been a year old. What are grandparents for again?
Anyway, we are sitting there whispering to one another and the theater begins its MANDATORY 20-minutes (that's right, 20-minutes) of commercials. No, not movie trailed, but commercials. So, its our option to a) give up our seats and spend 20-minutes outside the theater, b) sit there and be sold on kiddy-sh!t (a la the MTv 90's generation), or c) click our heals and say, "there's no place like home, there's no place like home." So, we clicked away, dreaming of Ruby-shoes escape.
Ok, twenty of the longest minutes in Hell go by and now we have the assault of the movie trailers. Sorry, I much, much prefer just going on Apple's website and having a look at what is to come. I don't need the snap, crackle, and pop, of poorly edited (at this theater) of uber-spliced trailers. Its annoying, and how many of those trailers do you remember post feature film? Especially if you are of the 90's MTv generation with your 30-second attention span?
Ok, on with the feature. Now, I like the current frat gang in Hollywood. Their kind of assault on femenism is amusing, and a nice break from the daily 'yes dear' environment. What's more entertaining is my wife like these guys as well. She loved The Anchorman, can you believe that? So, I'm sitting their with the DW watching the film and my little analytical mind goes off and notices something strange about the picture.
No, the image isn't dim, but rather the opposite. This projected image is so f'ing bright that everything is bloomed. Hell, the black tux's are mid-gray! The whites have zero detail. And when talking about white fluted columns of marble, it takes a rediculous amount of incorrect exposure to come up this sour. Was it me, was it the presentation, or was it the film? I'm hoping its the presentation (wouldn't surprise me) because anything exposed this badly means that someone should be blacklisted in H'wood for it.
Ok, what about the movie. We loved it! And being a guy (ahem, dog) I was enchanted with Rachel McAdams and infactuated with Isla Fisher. But, this isn't to say that Jane Seymore, Grrrrowl, wasn't entertaining (would you have touched them?), too.
Anyway, aside from the flick itself the end result was that we spent time rubbing elbows with the public and now that it is out of our system will wait another year before considering doing it again. For the money, we could have just waited and bought the DVD.
Let's put it this way, I could have popped the DVD into the player and watched it at night on my almost five year old RPTV and gotten a better picture.
