This is why I don't watch movies

I know, I know. Where have I been, where's my novel, who did I see, what did I do. I'll tell you another time. Right now I'm here to tell you about Remember Me, this movie preview I went to tonight.

A week or so ago I was reading the Freep online and saw a contest for movie passes to this Robert Pattinson film. I watched the trailer and decided right at that moment that I HAD TO SEE THIS MOVIE. I'm not all looped for Robert P. but this looked to be something that had a brooding bad boy who was really good deep down, a young, innocent blonde girly who captures his attention and some family drama. PERFECT.

I entered the contest and forgot all about it. Until I won. Yay! I emailed Lisa to see if she could go with me. No dice, she had something on. Sister? Working. Friend Tonia was delighted to get the invite though so we set the plans up. This afternoon though she sent me a note saying she was under the weather and couldn't make it tonight. Fine. I'm an independent gal. I went to a Kieth Urban concert solo, I can sit in a movie theatre surrounded completely by strangers. Amara does it all the time.

So I went to the gym and then went to the movie. I got there about 20 minutes ahead of start time. A little late, Jillian. The theatre was packed already. I went up and down the aisles asking, "is that seat taken? Is that seat open?" I mean for crying out loud, there was only one of me, usually there are single seats open everywhere. I went to the very top of the near aisle where there appeared to be an empty space beside an amorous young couple. Young Romeo and Juliet though were, uh, busy. Young. love. Oh yes, I love it on TV, on the radio, I love it coming out of my pen but when it stands between me and the last empty seat in the entire theatre, well, it's just plain rude.

I sat, I watched. It was nothing like the trailer. I'm going to try not to spoil it here, but feel free to stop reading now.

I don't like movies where they kill off loveable pets and animals. It completely ruins the thing for me. I do not pay good money to be introduced to Fluffy or Spike only to have to say goodbye to him when he meets his maker in a cheap attempt at a plot twist. Okay, no animals die in this movie. It's safe from that, but essentially the equivalent of that happens. There I was with my Nike trail runners stuck to the Coke-shellacked floor trying to figure out where in New York this story was going when, final credits-minus-five-minutes, it hits. Oh My Deity. And there I was, with no one to turn to with slack-jaw and no words.

No one should have to watch that movie alone. Remember Me. Indeed, I will.