Because I get motion-sick, I’ve avoided 3-D movies. But when my husband and I took Little Biker Boy to the movies last week, the man behind the ticket counter handed us glasses. “You can just shut your eyes if you feel sick,” my husband said helpfully. “Judging from the previews I’ve seen, you won’t miss much.”
Even before we saw it, we knew that the movie Little Biker Boy had chosen was pretty awful, with a predictable plot and some silly slapstick comedy. We didn’t exactly have to fight crowds to get good seats. We were, in fact, the only three people in the theater.
It was fun to have the whole theater to ourselves. My husband stayed in his seat and guarded our popcorn and drinks, while Little Biker Boy and I ran to the front, and pretended to be on stage. Then we tested out different seats, making noises to hear how the sound would be.
Finally, the movie started. The plot was idiotic, but I have to say, the 3-D technology is pretty amazing. Little Biker Boy kept yelling, “Can you see that? IT’S RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME!” and I’d yell back, “I KNOW! I can practically touch it!”
Any part with motion did make me feel a little sick so sometimes I just took off the glasses, closed my eyes, and listened to Little Biker Boy’s narrative. “DID YOU SEE THAT? THAT SLUG! CAME OUT OF HIS NOSE!”
My husband is the kind of person who stays absolutely quiet during a movie. But even he was moved to comment. He said to me in a whisper, so that Little Biker boy couldn’t hear, “I think this might be the worst movie I’ve ever seen.”
I had to agree that the plot was pretty painful. But still, the experience was worth it. As we gathered up coats and candy wrappers, Little Biker Boy said. “That was such a GREAT movie!” As we walked out, he held my hand and said to my husband, “Didn’t I pick a good movie?”
“I had fun,” my husband said to him. “That was a good idea you had – going to the movies.” And then we walked out into the snowy parking lot to drive home.
