Pass the Tissues Because I'm a Big Baby

     This past weekend Nicole and I had an awesome time getting out of the house and seeing a movie with our friends, Brian and Kat. We somehow managed to get Nicole's sister, Sarah to watch Ollie. I think its been almost 4 months since we last saw a movie in the theaters, and for movie lovers like us that's an eternity.

     Normally we meet Brian and Kat at the Harkins CineCapri at Tempe Marketplace. It was pretty convenient and the theater is awesome, but since we've moved recently it was better for us to meet somewhere in between both of our places. You know for convenience. Bad thinking, convenience is a lie. The nearest theater between us was the AMC over by the Biltmore, little did we know that this was a 'special' theater...

One of these things is not like the other...

      Nicole and I are usually the first people to skip the line and use those convenient (lies!) ticket kiosks that most theaters seem to have. No problem, except when we choose our movie time it asks us to choose a set of seats to sit in. What? Have you EVER chosen your seats before you're even IN the theater? No, no, no, no. Something was wrong. Not knowing what to do, I just skipped that step.

Yeah, THOSE things, except not so 2001...

     As we get in to the actual theater there is a crowd of employees standing there staring at us. Again weird. They demand my tickets and then escort us to our seats. At this point, I have no idea what is going on, absolute confusion. We settle in our seats that are about as big, red, and Swedish as any couch you could find at IKEA. Did I mention that they had tray tables built in? (Get on that IKEA, would you kindly?)

OK, so I exaggerated a little bit.

     Then it suddenly became quite clear what I had been duped into. Our waiter showed up wanting our orders. Yes, you read that correctly, OUR WAITER. I think my mouth popped open a little bit when I realized where we were. I think there was a little bit of an "uhhhh" sound as well.

     What happened to good old fashioned poor peoples' theaters?! I like the sticky cement floors, the grit of the nacho chips ground into the lobby carpet, and the creaky flip up chairs! Don't get me wrong I like a nice theater, but this was not the kind of nice I appreciate at a theater. Movies are for the poor masses, I like the masses.

That's what Nicole and I look like at the movies, minus the Red Vines.

     I digress. You didn't start reading this post to hear me gripe about my super luxury Dinner Theatre experience that I thoroughly disliked...

You came here to read: 

Why I'm a Giant Weeping Baby that Needs Tissues. 

    In this very same theater, Brian, Kat, Nicole and I are there to watch a film called 50/50 with Joseph Gorden-Levitt, Seth Rogan, and Anna Kendrik. Basically the movie is about this young guy that gets spinal cancer and how he deals with it. The movie is great at keeping up the laughs to help you cope with the crushing pain that they show with his cancer. 

     Normally I don't really like Seth Rogan's comedy, but the way he plays the best friend is incredibly believable. Joseph Gorden-Levitt is a great actor and he's always right on the money, both in comedies or in dramas. Great actor. Anna Kendrik, again great actor. Blah blah blah. 

     If you haven't seen the movie, I recommend it. About 3/4 of the way through the movie things get serious and you feel almost like you have cancer yourself and it makes you feel hopeless. I absolutely lost it, not like out loud bawling, but more like 'grit your teeth because you're a man, but its OK to let a single tear roll down your cheek' crying. I think the moment that got me was when the main character has a bit of a meltdown the day before his big surgery. Cue giant tear. Nicole was nearly the same. 

Have you ever cried in a movie? Post in the comments what movie has made you cry. Tissues will not be provided. 

-The Everyday All Nighter