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We went to the special screening of the Firefly movie Serenity. That was an experience; I'm glad I lived through it.
The screening was at 10, so we figured we'd leave at 9 and try to get a good place in line. Well, we kind of fucked around and ended up hitting the line around 9:30, and it was already pretty long. So we stood around, and got asked twice to show tickets, got our hands stamped, got told not to bring any recording devices in (including camera phones), and had our bags searched. By the time we got in, there was one seat in the last row and several up at the front. Because I am a peabrain, I let hub have the back one and got one in the middle about 4 rows back. Why this is bad will become evident soon.
Josh Whedon came up on the screen and made a rather stirring speech about how the movie should have been impossible (along the lines of "no one makes movies of cancelled TV shows") and so it happened because so many people, fans included, had an 'unreasonable belief' and made it happen- so it was our show. Then he joked that since it was our show that if it sucked it was our fault, and to spend time in quiet reflection- though if it was great, to TELL EVERYONE!!!
Then the movie started. The music was thin in places, and sometimes it appeared a little grainy, but that was the only way I could tell it wasn't a finished product. It started pretty quickly with a lot of roller-coaster spaceship stuff. This immediately sent my inner ear, which is the most pussified inner ear in all the 'verse, into queasy spasms. I'd look down, then look up, and there'd be more dodging camera work, and I'd look down again. Before 15 minutes I was sweating and feeling like I was going to barf up everything I'd ever eaten. I don't know what it is about nausea, but I'd rather have just about any other kind of pain. Nausea seems a lot harder to ignore somehow.
In any event, I decided I couldn't hack it any longer and went to where hub was. I was just planning to whine and leave, and he made the genius move of offering me his seat on the back row, and found my seat up front. See, this is why I married him, he's the smart one. Even so, I still was having a hard time so went to the bathroom and spent probably 30 minutes trying not to barf. Once I got it locked down I was able to watch the rest of the movie.
Even as much as I missed or wasn't paying full attention to, I could tell it was excellent. The dialog was as smart and funny as ever. Some stuff was rather obviously telegraphed, but a lot of it wasn't. People died who you didn't expect to die, and people lived who you thought would be toast for sure. Knowing the characters from the TV show is helpful just in the sense of understanding some of their interactions, but not necessary (though the DVD set is only $35!). The end resolved a lot of stuff, but it also left room for a possible sequel (or resurrection of the TV series!) if that's called for.
And there was schwag! Okay, it was a crappy little keychain, which didn't really make up for the suffering I endured, but I can hardly blame that on the theater or Universal or anyone else but my stupid inner ear. People who say you outgrow that shit can kiss my sweaty green ass.
But when it comes out, go see it a lot. The website's here.
The screening was at 10, so we figured we'd leave at 9 and try to get a good place in line. Well, we kind of fucked around and ended up hitting the line around 9:30, and it was already pretty long. So we stood around, and got asked twice to show tickets, got our hands stamped, got told not to bring any recording devices in (including camera phones), and had our bags searched. By the time we got in, there was one seat in the last row and several up at the front. Because I am a peabrain, I let hub have the back one and got one in the middle about 4 rows back. Why this is bad will become evident soon.
Josh Whedon came up on the screen and made a rather stirring speech about how the movie should have been impossible (along the lines of "no one makes movies of cancelled TV shows") and so it happened because so many people, fans included, had an 'unreasonable belief' and made it happen- so it was our show. Then he joked that since it was our show that if it sucked it was our fault, and to spend time in quiet reflection- though if it was great, to TELL EVERYONE!!!
Then the movie started. The music was thin in places, and sometimes it appeared a little grainy, but that was the only way I could tell it wasn't a finished product. It started pretty quickly with a lot of roller-coaster spaceship stuff. This immediately sent my inner ear, which is the most pussified inner ear in all the 'verse, into queasy spasms. I'd look down, then look up, and there'd be more dodging camera work, and I'd look down again. Before 15 minutes I was sweating and feeling like I was going to barf up everything I'd ever eaten. I don't know what it is about nausea, but I'd rather have just about any other kind of pain. Nausea seems a lot harder to ignore somehow.
In any event, I decided I couldn't hack it any longer and went to where hub was. I was just planning to whine and leave, and he made the genius move of offering me his seat on the back row, and found my seat up front. See, this is why I married him, he's the smart one. Even so, I still was having a hard time so went to the bathroom and spent probably 30 minutes trying not to barf. Once I got it locked down I was able to watch the rest of the movie.
Even as much as I missed or wasn't paying full attention to, I could tell it was excellent. The dialog was as smart and funny as ever. Some stuff was rather obviously telegraphed, but a lot of it wasn't. People died who you didn't expect to die, and people lived who you thought would be toast for sure. Knowing the characters from the TV show is helpful just in the sense of understanding some of their interactions, but not necessary (though the DVD set is only $35!). The end resolved a lot of stuff, but it also left room for a possible sequel (or resurrection of the TV series!) if that's called for.
And there was schwag! Okay, it was a crappy little keychain, which didn't really make up for the suffering I endured, but I can hardly blame that on the theater or Universal or anyone else but my stupid inner ear. People who say you outgrow that shit can kiss my sweaty green ass.
But when it comes out, go see it a lot. The website's here.
