My thoughts on "the movie"

Are located on my livejournal. My entry before the spoiler cut, though, is...

So Erich and I, along with Tone, Smallz, and several other friends went to a 12:01 showing in Randolph last night. My brain is still processing a bit of the movie, but I have preliminary thoughts. Some spoilers (non-original trilogy spoilers, anyway) will probably show up in my entry, so I'm putting my actual movie review behind a cut.

The first members of our group showed up at the theater very early. There were six or seven (of sixteen) screens showing Episode III last night, so the crowds were... impressive. We'd planned to meet everyone just after 10 p.m., grab junk food, and wait in the line to get in.

Marc called us around 9:45 to tell us they had already begun seating, and that we might want to get there pretty quickly. O-kay then. We basically drop everything and leave, since Marc had our tickets. We sit down, and are introduced to about 30 minutes of a psychotic teenager screaming at people in the theater to fight him with lightsabers (which a few people did, and kicked the shit out of him without hurting him). Then the kid starts waving a CARROT around. It took quite a while before management told the kid to knock it off. They didn't take him out of the theater, much to the audience's dismay.

Between lightsaber battles and the management intervention, the fire alarm went off. And everyone had to leave the theater and go outside. People were pissed, since they'd come early to get good seats. Thankfully it seemed like people were laid back when we re-entered, save a small disagreement. The night moves on...

There were an odd amount of commercials before the movie-- and more commercials than actual previews, which I'm finding to be a common trend at the movies these days (and really pisses me off). Perhaps it's because Episode III is a full hour shorter than LOTR movies were, but most of the time, the midnight movies don't have all of the intro stuff. In fact, Return of the King was basically a "lights off, movie on." No "no smoking" runthrough, no previews, no commercials. Just a "You people are fucking psycho. Watch it, but then go home, please. You scare us."

So the movie starts...

and now you need to go to the cut...