127 Hours
As I mentioned earlier this month, I was really excited about seeing 127 Hours this last weekend. Now I was under the impression that the movie was coming out for all to see, all over the country and that it would basically be in every theatre every where. I mean how could it not be? This email that I received on October 30th didn't help fight that impression (note the text in the bottom right).
Well, when last Friday rolled around I looked up showtimes online, but strangely could only find one theater in Denver showing the movie and at only one time. I was surprised but figured that maybe not as many people were interested in seeing it as I thought and that this was a small artsy theater or something. No matter, I looked up directions and we were on our way (and by "we", I mean my wife and Mike).
When we arrived at the theater there were no signs about 127 Hours or anything. I asked the guy at the entrance what movies were playing and he listed a few, none of which were 127 Hours. "Huh." I said, "We must be at the wrong theater." So, the guy asked me what movie I was looking for, and I said, "127 Hours!"
He responded by informing us that 127 Hours was playing downtown at the Denver opera house. And that tonight was a premiere, so unless we already had tickets, we were probably out of luck. He did say we had a chance of getting "rush" tickets though and that we better hurry.
Opera house? Premier? This is not at all what we expected! We resigned ourselves to not getting to see the movie but figured we should check it out anyway.
At this point none of had eaten dinner yet, so my wife and Mike were pretty set on getting dinner before the movie. Which I was all about. I know how grumpy they can get when they aren't fed!
But then we got downtown and (after driving around aimlessly for a little bit) found the opera house. Out front we saw a large crowd of people and (literally) a red carpet.
And this is when things started to get out of hand.
Red carpet? Wait a second. Is this the premier? Is James Franco going to be here? Keri and I dropped Mike off so he could get in line and we went to find parking. Mike called us a minute latter with an update.
"I found the line." Yay!
"And there are tickets still available." Double yay!
"And someone says James Franco might be here." Holy shit!
"And tickets are 35 dollars..."
But at this point we were completely unable to think rationally, James Franco might be there! Holy shit!
I said, "Stay in line, we'll be right there!"
Keri and I found parking for the cheap price of 12$. I mean at this point we were already paying 70$ between the two of us, so what's 12 more? Plus James Franco might be there!
We sprinted from the parking lot, and Keri and I were (literally) dashing left and right, weaving through people (nicely dressed people at that, people in suites and dresses and heels) to get to the Opera house and to Mike and to the tickets and to the red carpet and to maybe James Franco as fast as possible. We felt a little silly, but seriousness be damned! We were on a mission.
It didn't take us too long to get to Mike and for all three of us to get to the front of the line. That's where we were informed that the tickets weren't 35$ a piece, but were 40$. But I mean at this point what's 5$ more? Do I need to remind you that James Franco might be there? Food be damned! Money be damned!
We rushed over to the red carpet in time to see someone that lots of people were crowding around and taking pictures of.
Was it him?
Well, yes and no.
It was the real Aron Ralson, not the James Franco one. Which was still
very cool to see him in person. We got to see his claw prosthetic
and everything.
Next came someone named Mondo? From project runway? People seemed excited about him too.
Then we asked someone who looked like they knew what was going on if James Franco was coming and they said no.
Bummer!
But we didn't let it get us down and went in to watch the movie.
And I loved it. I can only think of one other time that I have been as into a movie and that was for Glory Road (which incidentally isn't actually all that great of a movie). At the end, you know when the uplifting part was happening, I could barely sit still. My knees were shaking and I was wringing my hands. I wanted to whoop and holler—and frankly was shocked that not everyone in the theatre was doing so.
I was really touched by the story. I'm not sure why. I guess I could really relate to the main character. As someone who loves the canyons of Utah and doing things in the outdoors, it isn't a stretch to imagine myself having some sort of accident and getting trapped. Also, I think a large part of the movie was about regret and wishing you could have done things differently. And there are certainly things I regret and wish I could change.
Anyway, it definitely moved me, and when we got out of the movie I proceeded to send text messages to my families (real, in-law and three houses) and closest friends, that said, "Just watched 127 hours. I love you all so much!"
Sorry if you didn't get a text, maybe I didn't have your number, and I was mostly sending it to the friends that I was planning on seeing this weekend, which, yes, I realize doesn't make a whole lot of sense. But trust me, I do love you all. I can't tell you how amazing and grateful I am for the people in my life. You are all awesome!
Was the whole experience worth 132$? Probably not (especially considering Mike was too tired and hungry to properly enjoy the movie), but it was still a great night.
Go see the movie!
10 November 2010 07:42pm UTC • 158 views • 0 comments
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