My stomach already hurts in advance of my dinner – massive bag of Minstrels and a large vat of sweet and salty popcorn.
For it is ‘date night’ – for want of a better word. And there must be better ways of putting it.
So – I’m ‘off out’ with my other half to the cinema, against his will for three reasons:
a) it’s midweek and he hates going out on a school night
b) he’s probably missing some sporting event on some obscure channel. Latest obsession is speed climbing. (Honestly, it’s a ‘thing’.)
c) he hates the cinema
BUT! Tonight, he is less reluctant, for the viewing material is his choice…
Well, my choice actually. In scrolling through Instagram, Kate Hiscox (@wearsmymoney) alerted me to the ‘one night only’ showing of Coldplay‘s documentary. Tonight. November 14th in case you are not reading this in real-time.
I booked it and told him only that I was ‘taking him out somewhere, that it was a surprise, but that he would love it’.
The next few hours resulted in Jack Bauer-esque interrogation and guesses about at what I had done/booked/organised/sorted.
Until he finally worked it out. Loves a surprise my husband…
Anyway, he worked it out and seemed okay with it.
Am hoping this is a rare cinematic occasion where he’s actually watches the cinema screen instead of his Twitter feed.
For he is not a cinema fan in general – too dark, too many people, means a late night for him – whereas I will go and see pretty much anything on at the cinema.
I love the immersive experience of it. The escapism, the dark, the phones-away element.
I even enjoy the adverts at the beginning, before you get to the trailers for new releases. Yup, I’m ‘that’ person. My favourite is for the sound system, featuring all the vibrating silver beads. (Don’t judge.)
I’ve always loved logos and imagery and when the Touchstone Pictures logo popped up on screen, you knew you were in for a treat. I’ve selected a few favourites:
Pure joy in these films IMO
My preferred seat, if available, is end of aisle. Husband too, purely for the extra legroom.
Me, I like it for the potential loo break if a film is over 2 hours, although I try to avoid excessive liquids in these situations, because I get scared if no-one else is in the ladies.
I have flashbacks to a horror film from the 80s called ‘Demons‘. (There’s always an issue with horror films and loos.) The person either doesn’t return their seat. Or if they do return, then something bad has happened to them. In the loo.
In terms of the cinema itself, I’m really not choosy.
I love my local VUE. Great for Wagamama lunch option too.
The Everyman experience is wonderfully cosy, but the snacks aren’t up to much, although the cookie dough thing is pretty spesh.
Reel are a fab local option for me, especially over half term with a load of kids in tow. Doesn’t require a second mortgage.
Also, I have certain friends for certain films.
The crap dance films where the hoodlum boy falls in love with the posh girl over a love of dance. I have a great friend for that.
Or the super sad films where I will cry – alot – and know that my cinema buddy will not judge because she will be sobbing in equal amounts too.
Or the Bridget Jones-type films, where it requires a group of you to go en masse and then dissect the film on a whatsapp chat later that night, quoting favourite lines from it.
So if you’re heading to the cinema tonight to watch this Coldplay film, please:
Don’t be super late. I am not standing up to let you down the aisle when I’m midway through enjoying the opening titles.
Don’t sit behind me and rest your shoes on the armrest gap bit. Especially in summer, wearing open toe shoes.
Don’t eat cheesy jalapeño nachos next to me, behind me, in front of me. Anywhere near me, thanks.
Off to empty my bladder for tonight.