And it was SO totally awesome! I caught Lisa sobbing during Snape's memories (I hope she didn't catch me).
We went to the matinee, hoping to beat the evening cinema crowd on a Saturday. And we did. The place was virtually empty (as far as a theatre on a Saturday can be). The first thing that struck me was that the lobby was thankfully free of video games. You know how in the States theatre lobbies are now chocked full of "House of the Dead" and "Duck Hunt" games, around which mill dozens of slacker teens who weren't allowed to get into see the rated R slaughter-fest in theatre 9, and didn't bring along anyone old enough to buy a ticket in order to sneak the group in through the back door, so they have 2 hours to kill before one of their Moms arrives in the mini-van to take them to Cold Stone Creamery. None of that in this particular Canadian theatre.
At the concession counter, Lisa was beside herself in excitement after seeing that they served TCBY forzen yogurt (or as the Canadians spell it, yogourt). I thought TCBY had gone out of business decades ago, but alas, here it was. And let me tell you, that chocolate/vanilla swirl was a perfect taste of what summers used to be - ah, the memories, the sweet, sweet memories, mmmmmmmmm, yummy memories. There were local brand offerings of Goobers and Raisinettes, but does one really want to trust a generic Raisinette? I settled on a box of Milk Duds, surprised to find them the perfect consistency, fresh as could be. How many times has the candy that you got at a theatre been fresh? Which is odd considering the amount of candy they sell. But then, I'm not sure if the pimply 16 year old behind the counter, working his or her first job ever, stuck without his friends on a weekend in the summer, knows aboot or gives a rat's ass aboot FIFO (first in first out), the rotation method used in stocking food products so that the oldest stuff sells first, ensuring all product is sold in a timely manner. But here I was, with the perfect box of Milk Duds - not so melty that I had strings of liquid caramel dripping down my face and fingers (at least, that's not a good thing in a movie theatre, anyway) and not so stale that I lost 2/3 of my teeth.
The pre-movie crap they show before the previews was pretty funny. They had some community college fashion program drop-oot interviewing people on the street asking them which celebrities they took their styling cues from. Of course, every one of these people either had a muffin top or looked like a blind, epileptic kindergartener dressed them.
There were maybe 50 seats in this particular theatre, and we were 2 of maybe 20 people there to see the movie.
The theatre smelled like a retirement home common room after taco night. It smelled like farts and Old Spice. Admittedly, this was a bit of a distraction. Looking about, though, we had aboot 3 rows between us and the next people, so if someone was actively quaffing, then they are fart-ventriloquists.
Kelownans, it seems, do not like to stick around and watch the credits. Now I know that this is a select group of people who do this, but Lisa and I are part of that group. Less than 10 seconds into the credits rolling, the theatre was deserted and the clean-up crew had already marched in, giving us the stink-eye for still being in our seats. After sitting there for a very uncomfortable 30 seconds more, we decided we had better just leave. If only they drove as impatiently as they they are with film credits....
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TCBY makes anything better.
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