On Friday night, Kristina and I decided to go check out a movie. She bought the tickets online so we wouldn’t have to wait in a long line. We wanted to see Hostel, as we hadn’t seen a horror flick at a theater in, well, ever.
We were at the Revere cinema.

Actually, I think this is a much more representative picture:

Don’t get me wrong, the theater itself is very nice. It’s the people that aren’t so great. I know it makes me sound like an aging grandfather who is yelling at kids to get off the damn lawn, but this place is ridiculous. Unsupervised ten year olds in gangsta gear are running wild everywhere.
We get our tickets and head to the theater. I should have known when there were people hanging around outside…..there wasn’t a single seat in the entire theater. It was overfull. Kids were actually sitting in the aisles.
So we leave and head to the customer service desk.
I was a little bit annoyed by now, so I wanted to leave. The customer service fellow wanted us to just see another movie. After noticing how angry I looked, he said “How about this: we’ll refund your money, and you can see another movie for free?”
Nice. That sounded good to me, but there were only two movies that were about to start: Casanova and Match Point. I didn’t want to see either, but settled for Match Point the Woody Allen flick.
We get into the theater and it is basically empty. This makes me very happy. I’m finally settled down, in a good mood, and ready to enjoy a movie I knew nothing about.
People started to trickle in, and the movie starts. Almost as if it were on a timer, someone’s cell phone rang….and he picked it up and started talking. Loudly. As loud as humanly possible.
After a minute, someone in front of us yelled “Get off the phone!”
Thirty seconds or so passed, then I heard a loud “BANG!”
It sounded like a gun going off right next to my head. Then I smelled something:
The guy on the phone set off a stink bomb.

We get up (along with everyone else around us) and leave. We go to the desk again, and they send about 8 security guards to go find the guys before we even talk to the rep. We got vouchers to see another movie, and went home.
So I’m thinking: these guys paid to get into a movie just so they could throw a stink bomb at people. I’m guessing they had it planned for one guy to call the other on his cell, and they just were waiting for someone to say something.
3 responses so far ↓
1 Buddy // Jan 9, 2006 at 10:09 am
Nice representation of the theater. Makes it look like hell.
2 Dev // Jan 9, 2006 at 10:38 pm
why the hell did you go see a movie in Revere?
It was funny as hell to read, though.
3 jason // Jan 10, 2006 at 6:33 pm
I’ve been to the Revere theater, and you’re right: There are many unsupervised ten year olds in gangsta gear. But then again, that’s every big theater.
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