I’m sitting in an actual movie theatre, ready to watch an actual movie. It’s been a long time.
I’m nestled close to … my first bag of movie popcorn since probably the 1800’s. I feel so normal! I’m in a really big room with this rectangle of white looming ahead. And – wonder of wonders – I’m hunkered down in a black leather reclining chair. I feel so special!
My thoughts wander to Marvel’s “Black Widow” film. I’m pretty sure in another place and time, I would stand beside Scarlett Johansson as we superheroes dispatch the bad guys with derring do.
My fantasy life is running wild as I wait for the really big screen to light up with action. Let’s see. What kind of costume would I create for myself? It would have to be red, with touches of purple, and skin tight. That way I could show off my developing u-shaped body. Oh, and I’d definitely need a cape … a long flowing brilliantly red jobbie that would catch the wind just so.
Oh! The screen is now alive. Here come assorted previews and features. Immersion, I’m ready for you! See you after the movie.
Stupid film! Shooting and exploding. I hereby relinquish any previous superhero ambitions.
I had trouble following the action, especially since blurred car chases greeted me from the second row. I could figure out who’s good and who’s bad, but the intricacies of the story blew by me. Vials of a mind control drug. A family of Russian spies secreted away in Ohio. Scarlet swinging on a rope from a helicopter. Daring rescues. A mystery woman in a metal suit.
I’ve changed … into what? Give me a good story that shows the perfections and imperfections of us all. I’m sitting here in reaction to all this action. And my stomach hurts from too much buttered popcorn and chocolate covered peanuts! Time for bed.