I finally got to see Pirates of the Caribbean last night. We tried to go see it a few weeks ago, and ended up in a theater with a faulty projector that flickered…we notified management, but they didn’t fix it, so we walked out.
Anyway. Did I say yet that this was a fantastic movie? Well, it was. And if you haven’t seen it yet (I know, I probably was the last person on the planet who hadn’t seen it) go see it!
Just don’t go to the theater we went to. They had it in the oldest, furthest theater, which smelled like a dirty gym locker. And that’s saying something, since my sense of smell is somewhat diminished because of my allergies. I was afraid to put my purse on the floor, which was unbelievably dirty, and the seats were wobbly. After we had already exited the building, I realized I should have picked up a comment card. Oh, well.
Either I’m getting picky in my old age, or the theaters are really falling apart around here.