The last time I went to a walk-in movie I think the industry had just introduced talkies, so you can see it has been awhile ago. I hated it! You could barely hear the talking on screen because of all the talking in the theater. I swore I would never go to another walk-in theater, but then I discovered the Cobb CineBistro in Hyde Park and I was hooked. The Cobb has pretty decent food, good wine and they don’t allow loud mouthed assholes. I think they even have a sign posted somewhere that says, “Loud Mouthed Assholes Are Not Allowed, and please shut off those damn cell phones.” I am pretty sure I saw that sign somewhere.
Anyway, that brings me back to the subject of Alice. The Fair Maiden Lydia, her daughter and son-in-law, and I went to the Cobb last night to see this movie. The food was good, the Argentine Malbec was superb, but what about the movie you may ask? I am not sure about the movie since three of us dozed off several times during the showing. Only my Fair Maiden managed to stay awake through it all. I would have missed more of the movie except the sound effects kept waking me up.
It’s a sign of old age I suppose, but I miss the days when movies had substance. Today’s movies seem to be mostly razzle and dazzle and little of anything else, like a story. The three dimensional effects added nothing to this movie. Indeed, the effect wasn’t nearly as intense as the old 1950’s 3D movies where the mad doctor’s hypodermic needle that was big enough to give an enema to an elephant with the drop of liquid death dribbling off the tip came right at your eyeball and if you didn’t duck it would have pierced your eye and ripped into your brain. I do like the new 3D glasses though. They remind me of the BCGs (birth control glasses) the Army would hand out to the visually impaired among us.
It is almost beer thirty so its time to wrap this up with one last comment: Love the Cobb, hated the movie. Let’s drink!
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