Some years back....
Melted butter smell fills the air as I near the snack bar. I went past it. I need the ticket first for the 8pm show. I made a mental note of what flavor I will get : white cheddar cheese, extra butter and extra white cheddar cheese powder pour over halfway. My mouth waters with just the thought of it. Oh and extra napkins because those powder stick like crazy to the fingers. Iced tea or water? I will come to that decision when I reach the snack counter.
"The 8pm show, please. Eye-level for one." I relay to the man in the ticketing booth. I looked over the monitor as he gives me the choices available for seats. I pointed the one I wanted - a seat away at least from possible movie watchers who are on a date.
The ticket pops out of the printer, the man in the booth tears it off and hands it over to me.
Let us give him a line. "Enjoy the movie, ma'am". Oh, but I really am not sure if they say it.
I read the seat number I am assigned in, memorized it or attempted to memorize it and slips the ticket in the back pocket of my jeans as I walked away from the booth and made my way back to the snack bar. I have ample time to still buy snacks unhurriedly.
I settled for iced tea. Large. But promised myself to just take sips as I would not want to be going to the comfort room often.
I walked in to the Cinema 7 when they said it is ok to finally go in. I wanted to settle down quickly, get comfortable and start popping the popcorn in my mouth. Trailers came on, made a mental note which ones to look forward to and then the main movie starts.
That was what they all say to each other in the first part of the movie. Everyone is apparently going home. Twenty minutes into the movie, I am hooked. Wide-eyed. Enjoying and squirming in my chair at the same time. Entertained, amused.
An hour and twenty five minutes later, I stared at the screen. Getting off the seat needed a little effort.
It was just a movie.
I got up. Walked slowly out.
What in the world did I watch? The Purge.
Have you watched one movie and you walked out of the movie house with all your inner being feeling like screaming? It was not a horror movie. I would have laughed some few times if it was.
But the thing is... Something in me says that what happened in the movie can happen in real life eventually. Lols.
That once a year holiday the new government allows killing for 12 hours.
Putting in a buzzer beater for Sun-yay!
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