Watching He’s Just Not that Into You at 37,000 feet makes me glad I have a vomit bag in front of me. I’m writing this week’s blog on the airplane back to Orlando from San Francisco. I’ve been lucky enough to almost completely ignore a myriad of plane movies along the way, from the Paul Blart opus, to the aforementioned chick-flick crap-trap, to its equally-offensive sister film, Bride Wars.
I say “almost completely ignore,” because I woke up occasionally to see a scene or two out of context and without sound. Amazingly, they still all sucked. Seriously, how did Jennifer Connelly, Scar Jo, Jen An, the “Unhappily Ever After” kid and the Mac douchebag end up in a movie together? Wait, did I just see the lesser half of Bennifer? Why is this movie on planes?!
Okay, I apologize for the severe digression, which may be one part jet lag, one part turbulence, and several parts shitty movie exposure, which is sort of like radiation exposure, except you don’t die as quick. But, this blog is not really to complain about everything in the world that bothers me (though isn’t that what blogs are for?). This blog is to explain the unique cinematic experience I had on my trip.
After enjoying an idyllic vacation with my girlfriend in the San Francisco Bay area, on our last night we met up with some friends at Sundance Cinemas Kabuki Theater in Japantown. Our objective—see the latest Terminator movie. However, I had no idea that I would be forever spoiled for all the other movie theaters in the country by the Kabuki’s uptown charm.
I could gush about the theater, how we had access to a bar a few steps from the theater door, how we had tables in between every two seats in which to put our drinks and food, how you can reserve your reclining, overstuffed seat ahead of time, how our seats were in the first row of the balcony looking directly at the screen, how I’ll never be able to enjoy a movie again without these amenities… I was so comfortable that I almost forgot we were there to see a movie.
At the Kabuki, instead of normal movie trailers, the lights went down and the screen emblazoned with the original trailer for 1984’s classic, The Terminator. I reminded my girlfriend of the Time article I read that claimed James Cameron wanted to use OJ Simpson as the terminator, but thought “people wouldn’t have believed a nice guy like OJ playing the part of a ruthless killer.” It’s good to laugh.
The next trailer was for T2: Judgment Day, reminding me of when Guns ‘n’ Roses were relevant and Eddie Furlong still had a future. Expecting the trailer to the third Terminator debacle, instead we were given the trailer for the 1970 classic, Hercules in New York! Mr. Olympia at his best, in his own voice! I was entertained, and the movie hadn’t even begun. Domo arigato, Kabuki!
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