This entry is about Harry Potter.

So, this afternoon, my mother and I went to see Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban . I was actually unaware that it was premiering this weekend, but apparently that's the case. Then why have so many people seen it, I wonder? Anyway, I was entirely unsatisfied with the whole experience, which had nothing to do with the movie. So, my mother wanted to go to this absolutely crappy theater in my absolutely crappy town. It's absolutely crap. However, it's showing at 4:45. And it was three o'clock and she was ready to leave, so we went to the multigigagoogleplex two towns over. It was playing on five screens, but the nearest shows were all sold out, and the next available showing was at 6. So it seems my mother would have her crappy theater after all. So we go there. It's still crap. It's small and cramped and sticky. They kept the lights on through the whole picture. I mean, they had been dimmed, but *they kept the lights on through the whole picture*. The main problem, however, was that the sound was horrendous. The audio was completely unbalanced. The background noise and music was deafening. The dialogue was low, and it echoed. So I could hear about one word per sentence. I sat throught it for about ten minutes before I could take it no longer and got up to complain. I explained the problems, and the staff that was berting around claimed it would be immediately rectified. Which means they made the volume louder. It was marginally better, but it still wasn't balanced, and there was still an echo. I got up again and complained again. They said that perhaps where I was sitting was the problem. a.) I was sitting in the dead center of the theater, b.) what the fuck difference does it make where I'm sitting - it's a fucking movie theater! They also said that they had people pole their heads in from various points, and it sounded fine. Oh, that must have been the banging doors. It did not occur to me to ask if they had actually stayed a reasonable length of time to see if they could actually hear any of the dialogue. Because they didn't. Finally they suggested that I must be the only one having this problem, because I was the only one who had come out to complain. ... I'm sure I don't need to comment on this little particular. They offered me free passes to return to their crappy theater, and I declined and returned to the crappy audio film. If I had been there with someone other than my mother, I would have suggested that we leave. I had to fight the urge several times to just get up and walk out. I honestly can't even tell you what I thought of the movie, because I was just so irate about the whole ordeal. The experience of the movie was utterly ruined for me. Utterly.

Someone should take me to see it again, or something.

Anyway. I did have a few comments that I wanted to make from what I was able to glean purely from the visual, but I'm tired now and I don't have the energy for spoiler tags. And I don't really want to talk about it anymore.

I had chicken fingers for dinner. This quells my rage somewhat. Somewhat.