In The Theater: Woman In Black

Our newly added happiness goal is to start seeing adult (no, not that kind of adult) movies in the theater at least once a month. I see on average one movie a year, which is pretty depressing, because I really enjoy seeing movies on the big screen! "But who doesn't?" You may ask. The lady who wrote The Happiness Project, for one. There are a lot of loonies out there. One of the best times of my life was when my friend Jay was working at a movie theater and we saw all sorts of movies for free. I don't know why he had to quit and get a better paying job, with no benefit to me (except for that little benefit of getting me a job...).

Today was our first movie day. We went down to our local theater at 86th and were ignored by the ticket seller, which confused us. Was the theater not open yet? We went to Barnes & Noble to waste some time and came back, but the ticket man was still ignoring us! Finally he caved and sold us our tickets, which were only $6 before 12:00. What a deal!

Then on to the concession stand. We got kid's packs, which have the perfect size popcorn, soda and chocolate treat. These were priced about a dollar cheaper than normal too. We paid the price in another way: Shame. The ladies standing in line behind us asked what these special packs were. "They're the kid packs," Kristin told her. "They're the perfect size popcorn for us!"

"Those are for you!" They tittered. Our cheeks reddened. We hung our heads and scurried away.

As you might expect for a movie in the morning, the theater was just about empty. And as you also might expect, because it's our luck, someone decided to sit right behind us in the empty theater. And, of course, he was a loud breather. The scariest part of the movie was when he made some really loud snorting noise.

Now let's get to the movie. It was The Woman in Black with Danielle Radcliffe. A horror flick. The story line was just the same old, played out story line: Woman separated from dead baby. Now she haunts and kills other babies until she is reconnected with her own. Or perhaps she'll never stop. I don't know. I'm pretty confused about the ending. I'm not going to waste my time thinking about it too hard, since the rest of the movie was so mediocre. The woman in the bathroom afterwards (not a ghost) thought the same. Loud does not equal scary, we decided as we washed out hands.

- Megan Leigh