movies are cool. here is a place to talk about how cool they are. or maybe how much they suck, sometimes. like that fucking piece of shit 'mac and me'. worst fucking movie ever, a two-hour ad for fucking coca-cola.
Looks like the local theater went up again, as they apparently have to at least once a year. Now tickets are $10, and matinees are $8. Of course, they make sure to start showings five minutes after matinee times end, so as to charge full price.
Mrs A can get discounted tickets through her union for $6.50, at least. But, fuck, that's expensive. A new release DVD costs $15 normally, sometimes less, if it's bare-bones. Honestly, given how much of a killing they make off food, why does it cost almost as much for one person to see a movie as it does to buy the DVD?
And they complain that theater attendance is down. Can't possibly see why.
*--For behavior unbecoming anyone, perpetrated in real time over an extended--AH, FUCK IT! MORE MALIBU, BITCHES!!
the theaters only make money off the snacks. it costs THAT much to lease the reels from the studios/distributors. it's just as corrupt/untouchable as diamond distributors. plus, to compete, you have to lease like, 4 reels to play movies with ever-half-hour showings opening weekends, because we all know that's the only important time.
don't blame the theaters, blame the bloated pigs that run the studios/distributors.
and it's $8.75 adult, $6.50 child/senior/matinee. but that's in upstate NY. it was $9.75 last time i went to a movie on long island, so i'm sure it's broken the $10 mark.
Yeah, I forgot that the big studios get ever greedier for every penny they can squeeze out of folks, even as people have more options and the companies should be thankful for anything they get....
It does explain why smaller theaters are essentially a thing of the past. A lot like any rental place that's not Blockbuster.
(If you're not buying videos for "private home viewing," they're fucking expensive. When I was in college, The Rocky Horror Picture Show on VHS was about $10. An organization I was in showed it as an event. They only charged like $1 admission; they charged for concessions and the proceeds were going to charity. They could easily prove this. However, since it wasn't a "private home viewing," they had to order a tape that cost $250! And you know, with the consolidation and greed that's been going on since, it's got to be a lot more now.)
*--For behavior unbecoming anyone, perpetrated in real time over an extended--AH, FUCK IT! MORE MALIBU, BITCHES!!
I think evening tickets here in Burbankat the AMC are $11.50? They have an early bird $6.00 on all shows before 11:00 AM so we usually try and hit the first show on Sat or Sun so as not to feel butt-abused.
When I worked at a theatre, they had a 90-10, or 95-5 split for B.O. take, studios getting the lion's share, and the theatre chain getting the rest (Lucasfilm had an ungodly split for opening weekend on SW...like 99.2/0.8!! Another reason GLu is an asshole). The longer a movie was in theatres, that split slid in the theatre's favor, but since most movies don't last more then 3-4 weeks, they get hardly any revenue from the actual movie, and make all their money in concession sales.
"Say Jim! Whoo! That is a bad outfit! Whoooo!" -- Pimp, Superman The Movie "You're an idiot, Starscream." -- Megatron, Transformers:The Movie
anarky wrote:Uh oh. Someone used the "r-word." Grimlock's not gonna like that.
well, as you can see by the autocensor not caring, i've toned down my policing of the one word that used to be censored here. of course, the above is basically a legitimate use of the word, not "oh, noes... the transformers movie raped my childhood" - i find that arbitrary/colloquial use of the word totally diminishes its true meaning of a horrible act, thereby effectively making rape a simple turn-of-phrase as opposed to one of the worst crimes to be perpetrated on another human being.
"Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculate patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery."
