I check my watch. I still have time. I miss my turn but quickly pull a U and get the street I need.
I park at 5:25. There’s still time.
Nobody’s out front selling tickets. I rush through the doors and a gangly teenager with shaggy brown hair calls from the concession stand, “You need a ticket?”
“Yeah,” I reply.
My sense of victory fades as he tells me that the price on Tuesday is the same regardless of show time. I contemplate not putting off supper. I glance up at the hodgepodge of popcorn bags, but I resist. I rushed here. I made it. I’m going in now. At 5:30, the start time, I buy the ticket and make my way to theater eight.
A trailer promises an action-packed movie starring a butt-kicking Denzel Washington. It could be called, “Bible Ninja,” but apparently is Book of Eli. Another features Gerard Butler. It took a while, but ever since 300 he’s quite the action star when he’s not in forgettable romantic comedies. Wait. That’s redundant.
The main attraction comes on and within minutes I miss my son and my wife. I expected this action flick to provide a little escape from that emotion, but instead a couple in the movie has lost their young son. They also spend too much time presenting facsimiles of themselves to the public. Facebook, anyone?
I quickly get over Bruce Willis’ horrible hairpiece and into the thought-provoking thrill ride. Unlike in I, Robot, pretty much all of the technology besides the robots is the same as we have now (though the filing cabinet scene seemed almost silly). It reminds me a bit of how the avatars work in the novel Snow Crash (because the operator’s brain controls the ‘bot) and makes me squirm a little. The nearly complete lack of explosions is refreshing.
Surrogates was worth the $6.25 splurge of my own money, something I try to avoid on business trips. I recommend it.
I dial up my wife as I head to Chik-Fil-A for a comparatively light supper. My stomach needs a break.