Took her to see Skyfall the other day on my day off. We’re running late, and I grab the tickets (now $9.50 each, and I realize I’m not going to get any sympathy from my readers on the coasts). I boogie toward the theater as I want to miss as little, even of trailers, as possible. She heads for the concession stand.
Mom: Do you want popcorn? I want some popcorn.
Me: Don’t do it. I don’t really eat at the theater, and trust me: Don’t do it.
Five minutes later, she finds our seats…
Mom: Why the hell didn’t you tell me how much it was going to cost?
Me: I tried. What were you expecting, Cinema 20 prices? (More on Cinema 20 in a later post.)
Mom: Well, not quite, but not this expensive. How much do you think this (holds up small popcorn) cost me?
Me: I dunno. 5 bucks?
It was 6.
Anyway, trailers had been playing, and up pops the Miramax/Weinstein/whateverthey’recallingthemselvesthesedays logo and I’m like, “Here we go. I can’t wait for this”
Mom: What’s this?
Me: Just wait. You’ll see.
One minute more of trailer, during a superzoom on Dicaprio-
Mom: Oh, hell yes! When does this come out?
I’m not ashamed to admit that it wasn’t my first go-round seeing it, but my mom was hip enough to go see Kill Bill with me in a theater.