My brain is producing angry chemicals.
Jun. 10th, 2006 11:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
So when I said I'd "try and get as many things done" I meant "play Baka RO with Wish," by the way. But darnit, it's just so fun.
Went and saw Cars, tonight. It was stupid, though I think that a lot of that was because of the theatre and audience. I could handle the outside of the theatre smelling like sour milk, hearing retching while waiting in the ticket line, having to wait in the snack line between a soccer mom with her screaming kid and a fat lady with a strange odor (and then having the people running the snack bar take a million years for each order), and having to sit in a crowded theatre behind a guy who did not stop crunching on nachos the entire film. I can deal with that, no problem.
But goddamnit, when I have to sit next to these two retard girls who keep belting out these ear-piercing donkey laughs every time someone makes a joke, then that's where I draw the line. They talked the whole time and kept playing with their cellphones as well, which was annoying, but I could deal with it. But every time they started laughing it was SO LOUD and SO OBNOXIOUS that it would make me jump.
It was all
AH HUH HUH HUH HUH HUH HUH
And there was just NO EXCUSE FOR IT
That, and they would go "awww" everytime someone was sad which was equally annoying. And then everytime there was a line they thought was funny, they felt the need to repeat it.
And the theater smelled like farts.
As for the movie itself... the animation was amazing, but the plot was boring. I dunno, just wasn't too into it. Too feel-good for my tastes, and all the characters made me vaguely annoyed. Especially Larry the Cable Guy. I hate Larry, I hate the blue comedy thing and I hate how he managed to wedge his "Git'R'Done" catchphrase into the movie.
And damnit, we didn't need to repeat the cow tractor whatever joke fifty million times okay. It wasn't even that funny the first time.
Also what the hell, why do I keep going through these random, low self-esteem trips? I'll be completely angry with myself one minute, then the next I'm fine. Blargh, emotions.
Went and saw Cars, tonight. It was stupid, though I think that a lot of that was because of the theatre and audience. I could handle the outside of the theatre smelling like sour milk, hearing retching while waiting in the ticket line, having to wait in the snack line between a soccer mom with her screaming kid and a fat lady with a strange odor (and then having the people running the snack bar take a million years for each order), and having to sit in a crowded theatre behind a guy who did not stop crunching on nachos the entire film. I can deal with that, no problem.
But goddamnit, when I have to sit next to these two retard girls who keep belting out these ear-piercing donkey laughs every time someone makes a joke, then that's where I draw the line. They talked the whole time and kept playing with their cellphones as well, which was annoying, but I could deal with it. But every time they started laughing it was SO LOUD and SO OBNOXIOUS that it would make me jump.
It was all
AH HUH HUH HUH HUH HUH HUH
And there was just NO EXCUSE FOR IT
That, and they would go "awww" everytime someone was sad which was equally annoying. And then everytime there was a line they thought was funny, they felt the need to repeat it.
And the theater smelled like farts.
As for the movie itself... the animation was amazing, but the plot was boring. I dunno, just wasn't too into it. Too feel-good for my tastes, and all the characters made me vaguely annoyed. Especially Larry the Cable Guy. I hate Larry, I hate the blue comedy thing and I hate how he managed to wedge his "Git'R'Done" catchphrase into the movie.
And damnit, we didn't need to repeat the cow tractor whatever joke fifty million times okay. It wasn't even that funny the first time.
Also what the hell, why do I keep going through these random, low self-esteem trips? I'll be completely angry with myself one minute, then the next I'm fine. Blargh, emotions.