Some people are easy-going about lots of things in life, for instance, where to sit in a movie theater. Others are pernickety; alas,I am a queen of the pernickety.
I thought of this today as we went to the movies for the first time in our new town, in a theater new to us. Here’s how my pernickety-ness plays out:
I got there really really early to get a parking space in the handkerchief sized theater lot. And also to get my choice of seats in an unknown configuration.
The strategy paid off. Of course it left us with about 45 minutes to kill, but hey, as the Spanish proverb goes, Take what you want says God, but pay for it.
As for where to sit, husband is content so long as he’s reasonably close. The rest doesn’t matter. But I (who am really short) am paranoid about ending up behind big heads, large hair, really tall people, and fidgeters (you know, people who incessantly weave their heads back and forth like cobras being charmed).
I’m happy to report that in this new theater the first two seats of the second row of the upper section behind the safety bar are the equivalent of Jet Blue’s “extra leg room” seats, at NO extra cost.(If you think I’m mentioning the name of the theater, even the name of the town, so you can pinch those seats — well, you’ve got another think coming.)
Now you’re probably thinking I am really neurotic, and you’re absolutely right; but fortunately the movie we were seeing was Midnight in Paris, and I’d have to go a lot further than I do to be as neurotic as Woody Allen. Even when he’s not on camera himself, but being uncannily channeled by Owen Wilson (otherwise one of my favorite actors).
Quickie review, then:
The French have a special tendresse for Woody Allen, and it is reciprocated. This movie’s a valentine to Paris in the same way Manhattan was a valentine to the Big Apple. Star-studded, imaginative conceptually, funny lines, enjoyable enough to pass the time — Super-duper fluff, say I, curmudgeonly.
In his long career, I think Mr. Allen has made just two truly great movies, films that have staying power and perfect balance. One is his early comedy, Play it Again, Sam. The other is bittersweet Annie Hall. Both are quite perfect: nothing could be added, nothing taken away. And I’d say so no matter where in the theater I was sitting!
(Do you have your Woody Allen favorites? And where do you stand on sitting down in a movie theater????)