Minutes I’ll Never See Again

I finally went to see one of the summer blockbusters (World War Z), only to find that it was preceded by forty minutes of previews and ads.  Forty minutes from the time when the movie was supposed to start.

Forty minutes I’ll never see again.  Some of the ads were shown more than once!

What the hell did I spend my twelve bucks for?  So that I can be pummeled by ads for products I’ll never buy and movies I’ll never see?  If I’d watched two hours of commercial TV, I wouldn’t have seen that many ads, and I’d still have my twelve dollars.

I’m seriously considering never going to a big movie ever again.

And as for World War Z, it was a zombie picture with a big star and a budget of ten or fifteen times that of any other zombie picture.  It looked really good, but there wasn’t anything new in it.  Same scenes as in every zombie picture, only bigger and in 3D.

I’m glad I didn’t buy their damn expensive popcorn.