Arclight Cinemas

Last week, before I returned to Los Angeles, my friend Michelle asked me if I wanted to watch “Moonrise Kingdom.” She sent me the link of the showtimes on Thursday, and the only theater that was screening this film was the Arclight Cinemas on Sunset Blvd.

I remember driving past the white dome on Sunset Blvd. when I was younger, but I’ve never had the chance to visit. So we set the date and planned to watch it on Saturday, May 26th. (Although it was Alberto’s birthday on Friday, we didn’t have the chance to plan anything together to celebrate…)

As soon as we entered the theater, Michelle and I were pretty impressed by the size. Although the film wasn’t going to be screened at the dome, we didn’t know that there was a larger building behind it. When we were purchasing our tickets, we were surprised that we could reserve seats. (Ooh~ fancy!)

Since we had eaten pupusas, we didn’t buy any popcorn or any drinks so we just went straight to our seats. I was really excited for the film and even the experience of attending a new movie theater, but this buzz didn’t last long.

A few minutes before the previews started, a female employee addressed the whole audience and asked everyone to put away and silence their phones. (Ooh~!) The directions were straightforward and easy to follow; I didn’t think there would be a problem during the film. Boy, I was wrong.

About 40 minutes into the film, the person sitting on my left kept using his phone. At first I let it go, I gave him the benefit of the doubt that he had received an important message crucial to humanity. After blinding me over 11 times, I was beginning to think of ways to tell him to stop. “I swear to God that the next time you take your phone out I’m going to hurl it at the screen.” I realized that I did not want to threat him or even break anything of his because I didn’t want to face a lawsuit. So, I said to myself, “The next time he takes it out I’ll tell him to put it away.” 

I’m a quiet person. I don’t say much, but when I get extremely annoyed I will tell you straight off that you’re irritating me. Especially when I’m trying to watch a film that is fucking amazing.

When I concluded that this fucking guy wasn’t going to stop fiddling with his phone, I made the decision that I would indeed say something. I was so caught up on telling this guy off that I was not enjoying the film. As soon as I made the decision, the guy sitting in front of him whipped out his phone.

I lost it. In a very cross and loud voice, I remarked, “DO YOU MIND TURNING OFF YOUR PHONE?” (I said this to the man sitting in front of the one on my left; I then looked at the guy next to me and said) “YOU TOO.” I have never pronounced such words to anyone but when I want to be heard, I make sure that everyone around me fucking overhears.

I can’t believe they were older than me; by at least nine years.

*I really like the theater, but I hate the patrons.

The majority of people that visit seem like extremely conceited assholes.

I wonder if it has anything to do with the fact that there are a lot of white people in the area.