So it was with what I felt was justifiable glee that I spread the word. Karen wanted to go but the news was met elsewhere with a distinct lack of enthusiasm. I just don't understand people sometimes. Either that or maybe everyone else I know is just lame.
We decided to catch the show at the Menlo Park AMC which I hadn't been to in around 5 years. I think I last remember going there with the Bills to see a movie on Christmas Day. I arrived first and was giddy to see that there was someone actually dressed up like a Ghostbuster in the front lobby.
You just know it's going to be a good night when that's the first thing you see. Over the course of the night, I also saw other people wearing vintage Ghostbuster t-shirts and it seemed like the full power of nostalgia was racing about.
So like I said, it's been ages since I've been to the AMC at Menlo and man has it changed. If it wasn't for the 4 automated ticket selling machines in the lobby and the marquee out front, I would have thought I was in the wrong place. I walked through the inner doors to find a freaking bar.
It looked like a freaking lounge with couches and chairs to one side of the room and the barflies congregating around the liquor. The idea of a movie theater with a liquor license just seemed wrong to me, like serving Mahi Mahi at a Chucky Cheese. Apparently at some point in time, the movie theater there had become over 21 only, which seemed like a daft kind of idea given it's located in a mall. You'd think they'd be missing out on all the teenage patronage, but maybe the age limitation is only in the evenings or something.
Karen was running late so I got our tickets from the automated vendor and was surprised to find that the theater also has assigned seating now. You actually pick which seat you want like on an airplane rather than getting a general admittance pass. I was starting to feel old and decrepit at this point and it was all I could to restrain myself from raging at whippersnappers and their crazy idea of 'progress'. The theater itself was also hugely changed from what I was expecting. Gone were the normal rows of seats and instead each person had their own throne-like barcalounger. The only thing that was missing was a lever to prop up your feet. Not only that, besides each seat was a small swivel table and a menu from which you could order food/booze and have it delivered to you. Apparently this change in movie theaters isn't very widespread according to Karen. It just so happens that a good chunk of the full service AMCs are located in Jersey for some reason. I hadn't eaten yet and was really tempted to order something just for the novelty but it seemed like it could be sort of a bother.
As for the movie itself, it ruled. I <3 Ghostbusters. It's such a great movie that really stands up to the passage of time. To this day, I still find the idea of the Stay Puft marshmallow man to be a pinnacle of demented genius. I could just imagine the studio exec or whoever reading the script and saying, WTF? I loved the experience and I think Karen enjoyed it too. She had never seen the movie from start to finish, which I find to be pure sacrilege.
After the movie ended, I told her we couldn't leave yet. I had caught sight of something earlier down another passage in the theater while I was waiting for her to get there and the night wouldn't be complete unless I got a picture snapped.
Yes, I know it's kinda cheesy, but seriously how often do you get the chance for something like this? The next time Ghostbusters shows up in theaters it'll probably be as a memorial when the last member of the cast croaks. I wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to get a picture taken. The only question I have is why this wasn't located outside the actual theater showing the film rather than down another hallway.
And here's Karen. She's actually dressed up in her vampire Halloween costume. She was going out with friends next night to a place having dress like a vampire night and she wanted to try out the outfit. Pretty spiffy really. She was planning to apply vampy makeup too for the final run....which reminds me I should see if she took any pictures so I can see the total effect.
Just as I finished taking her picture, a theater employee walked up and offered to snap a shot of both of us in front of the poster.
And just in case you're thinking that I was beyond geeky here, when we left there were another bunch of people queuing up with cameras to get their pictures snapped next to the poster.
After the movie, Karen and I headed over to the Menlo Park diner. The movers had been at the house earlier in the day and things had been so hectic I never did get a chance to eat anything. I had been sent off to exile at my grandmother's house where there was no working tv, phone, or internet. There was also no food in the house other than some leftover pizza I had taken with me but hadn't found time to eat yet. In the end, staying there wasn't the horror I thought it was going to be, mostly because I finally got my internet working. I only just got back home yesterday and there's really no place like home.