I'm not really a big fan of going to the cinema.
There are various reasons for this. The fact it's severely overpriced. That the rare time I'm eager to see a film it usually isn't on at a time that suits. The fact it's hard to find someone to go with you to see the only film you want to see (they've either already been to see it, or it's not their type of film.) It's hard to go to the cinema often unless you're 1) willing to go alone (I'm not) or 2) are in a relationship and have a permanent cinema going partner. That second point made, I don't think cinemas are good for early dates. Why would you go somewhere and not talk? In fact, I can probably count on one hand the amount of times I've been to the cinema with any of my past boyfriends.
Anyway, yeah, not a big fan.
But the other day, we had nothing better to do and decided to pay the over-the-odds prices and go watch something. We sneaked in a Subway each, paid additional extortionate fees for some pick 'n' mix sweets and a couple of slush puppies . . . and with approximately ten minutes left to go of the film, it cut out.
Infuriating, right? Don't get me wrong, we'd been fairly limited to what we could see, and sadly "The Vow" wasn't great. But after having sat through 100 odd minutes of extreme cheese and Rachel McAdams being really annoying (bring back Regina George, that's all i can say), I think I deserved to at least see how the bloody thing ended! But no. After twenty minutes, we were told that the building was being evacuated.
So . . . sat through most of a fairly shitty film, don't even get to see the ending despite having paid eight pounds each TO WATCH THE ENTIRE FILM and then, to add insult to injury, we had to walk FROM THE TOP FLOOR down the stairs. Bear in mind here that this cinema is apparently the tallest cinema in the world, and I'm sure I'll have at least an iota of your sympathy.
We couldn't get our money back because the cinema was still shut half an hour later . . . oh and yesterday my calves were burning like crazy whenever I try to walk and the only thing I've done differently was tackle all those stairs!
My sister accused me of breaking the cinema since I hadn't been in so long. She may have a point. But I certainly won't be going back there anytime soon. Well, apart from to try and get my money back. I might not be able to get a refund for watching a shit film but missing the ending through no fault of my own? I think I have grounds for a refund on THAT basis, eh?