To be completely honest, I’m not one of the biggest movie goers around. It isn’t unusual for me to not see at most 1 film every five months. It’s not that that I hate movies and it’s definitely not that I’m too cheap, its because I’m afraid. I’m afraid of being disappointed with a crappy film and thirteen dollars being flushed down the toilet. So when my professor assigned us to watch five short films in some obscure indie movie theater, I thought to myself: “Let me buy the tickets ASAP before I change my mind”. So I went online and purchased the tickets, sealing my fate.
I arrived pretty early on the day of the showings, which is pretty amazing for me given my tendency to be tardy. I suppose it helps that the theater is like 3 stops away from where I live. As I stepped out into a neighborhood foreign to me, I immediately noticed a smoke shop to the left of the theater, filled with all kinds of colorful glass pipes, bongs and hookahs which are “STRICTLY FOR TOBACCO USE ONLY” according to a little sign in the shop. Though that itself is nothing but normal compared to the sex shops that practically line the rest of the block to the right of the theater. I wandered inside them, filled with a bit of curiosity and wondered to myself “What kind of theater, which is next to a stoner haven and a garden of mega sized dildos, bondage gear and porn, will I be going to?” Now, I’m not saying those things are bad, I’m pretty far from conservative but I still wondered…
Surprisingly, the theater was very family friendly and even had delicious organic popcorn to boot. The films themselves…well, lets leave them for another post.
I can’t believe I missed the sex shops. Had I seen them, I might’ve stuck around the neighborhood instead of going straight home after the movies.