My son has never been to a movie theatre.
Of course, I’ve only been a couple times since his birth, the saggy cushions of my local theater beckon me even still, as I always hope for the luxurious front row of the second half where you can put your feet up and relax.
It’s been on my mind lately, taking my son to the movies.
Some of his friends have been, beckoned with a mad passion for all things cars to go see Cars 2.
I carefully read the reviews, remembered his easy startle at some loud noises and decided that the second installment was just too much for my little son at the time.
He got the DVD at Christmas and I was saved months of trying to remember names like ‘Holley Shiftwell‘ even tough that one is easy because, well, it’s so James Bond female lead-esque.
My James Bond-lovin’ brother would agree. He always caught the movie marathons, while I always seemed to catch the same parts of the same movies and, well, I liked the passion to those who adore Dr. Who.
I bet you can tell by now I write long sentences when I’m tired and ramble. I was so determined to blog, so now it is past midnight and I am still up. Don’t worry, hubby was in bed early sick, so quality time was a no tonight, so i’m not sad and lonely.
I am not even sure what my first movie was.
I remember going to the Rainbow Theatre in town, a small two-screen spot in a downtown side street.
I linked that last one just in case you don’t know that movie. It’s a must.
The bathroom was downstairs, down a spiral staircase and only a couple stalls.
It was also a theatre where you could almost put your feet up on the wall rising up between the seats and the screen. I remember going for the first row, but whoever bought the tickets that day didn’t always enjoy that close seating.
My last movie there was The Little Mermaid, and I remember the Rainbow Theatre had aging blue carpet and tattered seats where children had bounced too much, securing the sea-blue memory I associate with the Disneyfied Hans Christian Andersen tale.
That was before someone saw a rat crawl across the front during a movie, before other theaters sprung up locally, before it closed and stood empty for over 25 years.
In its defense, the dirty secret of my area’s downtown is rats. It’s an older town. and that building has been a business and two restaurants.
Good margaritas, inflated pricing.
But movies are expensive, and I’d rather know what he is getting into before I’m trapped with a crying kid or one so excited I can’t keep him still.
I’m considering trying him at one of those weekend or during the day child-friendly showings, the kind where parents drop off their kids in the summer and everyone runs around crazy.
At least, that is what I assume considering my neighborhood.
I’ve also considered saving up for something special, for something that would be memorabe for him, that he would identify with, that he already knows.
He’s watched the movie a few times at home, although ends up taking a break for a few minute’s play with some clangy musical instrument toy before coming back to watch the turtles surf the ocean current.
But I figure, if he has already made it through the Disneyland ride twice, by the time September rolls around he may be ready.
If he’ll keep the 3-D glasses on.
If you have kids, what was the first movie they saw and how old?
What was YOUR first movie you remember?