Armor Guardian
I must say that I am a movie fanatic. I know everything about movies, such as who played Gollum in Lord of the Rings, or how many movies Kevin Bacon starred in. My associates have only asked me one question that stumped me (upon further research I discovered it was a trick question). However, despite my fanatical ravings about movies, I am starting to have doubt about going to the movie theater. I believe that the journey to the theater, the theater itself, and the behavior of idiotic patrons have made me decide to quit going to the theater.
I believe that gouging your eyeballs out is preferable to excruciating journey to the theater. It's very hard to convince yourself to go outside and drive to the movies when it's cold, humid, and rainy and when I have a television in the comfort of my own house. I don't even want to elaborate on the 10-minute Drive-o-Death (TM) to there. When you finally gets there, chances are that it takes you another five minutes to find a parking space. And to top it all off, you discover that the tickets for the movie you want to see are sold out. Assuming you survive the journey, you must prepare yourself for the Theatrical-Experience-o-Death (TM)...
Enter the stereotypical movie theater which I will heavily exaggerate in order to convince you my opinion is right. Chances are that you'll have to spend the first several minutes of the movie getting adjusted to the smell of a carpet which is older than the business model of the American music industry. Even when you adjust to that, you'll have to spend the enire movie hearing the more-annoy-than-a-hornet 1 decible noise that leaks through the 'soundproof' walls. This can be especially annoying when the sound of a quiet love story is interrupting your action packed karate-fest. When I try to leave the theater because I realized I went into the wrong room, I discover that gum, sodapop, popcorn, candy, saliva, and heart decided to summon CAPTAIN GLUE when I was not looking. However, none of these evils compare to the annoying family of movie-goers... (cue lightning)
Meet your cliche family of movie-goers. First there are Bob Jr. and George. Both of these 10 year old twin devils talk a mile-a-minute, whine at a pitch so high that only dogs can hear them, and run around screaming during any important plot-twist. Next in line we have Jake. Jake is the kind of person who always seems to have seen the movie before you and spoils the movie as it progresses. Chances are that he's the one that told you 'SNAPE KILLS DUMBLEDORE!' 15 times. Finally we have Bob Sr. and Barb; the annoying parents that always complain about how bad movies are becoming and the moral deprivation of Hollywood. It also seems like the all have the habit of crinkling wrappers so you want to kill them with your toy light gun which you recently turned into a sniper rifle.
I believe that it's is the combination of these factors (and video games) which will cause the untimely demise of the movie industry:
1) The annoying family of movie-goers.
2) The theaters themselves.
3) The journey to there.
This is why I encourage all of you people to stop going to the theaters and do something healthier such as play video games.
Please note that the above essay is not Artee's opinion, but in reality something that he was forced to write for his English class which was based on another an outline which was based on a similar (yet less humorous) essay and therefore should not be taken seriously.
I believe that gouging your eyeballs out is preferable to excruciating journey to the theater. It's very hard to convince yourself to go outside and drive to the movies when it's cold, humid, and rainy and when I have a television in the comfort of my own house. I don't even want to elaborate on the 10-minute Drive-o-Death (TM) to there. When you finally gets there, chances are that it takes you another five minutes to find a parking space. And to top it all off, you discover that the tickets for the movie you want to see are sold out. Assuming you survive the journey, you must prepare yourself for the Theatrical-Experience-o-Death (TM)...
Enter the stereotypical movie theater which I will heavily exaggerate in order to convince you my opinion is right. Chances are that you'll have to spend the first several minutes of the movie getting adjusted to the smell of a carpet which is older than the business model of the American music industry. Even when you adjust to that, you'll have to spend the enire movie hearing the more-annoy-than-a-hornet 1 decible noise that leaks through the 'soundproof' walls. This can be especially annoying when the sound of a quiet love story is interrupting your action packed karate-fest. When I try to leave the theater because I realized I went into the wrong room, I discover that gum, sodapop, popcorn, candy, saliva, and heart decided to summon CAPTAIN GLUE when I was not looking. However, none of these evils compare to the annoying family of movie-goers... (cue lightning)
Meet your cliche family of movie-goers. First there are Bob Jr. and George. Both of these 10 year old twin devils talk a mile-a-minute, whine at a pitch so high that only dogs can hear them, and run around screaming during any important plot-twist. Next in line we have Jake. Jake is the kind of person who always seems to have seen the movie before you and spoils the movie as it progresses. Chances are that he's the one that told you 'SNAPE KILLS DUMBLEDORE!' 15 times. Finally we have Bob Sr. and Barb; the annoying parents that always complain about how bad movies are becoming and the moral deprivation of Hollywood. It also seems like the all have the habit of crinkling wrappers so you want to kill them with your toy light gun which you recently turned into a sniper rifle.
I believe that it's is the combination of these factors (and video games) which will cause the untimely demise of the movie industry:
1) The annoying family of movie-goers.
2) The theaters themselves.
3) The journey to there.
This is why I encourage all of you people to stop going to the theaters and do something healthier such as play video games.
Please note that the above essay is not Artee's opinion, but in reality something that he was forced to write for his English class which was based on another an outline which was based on a similar (yet less humorous) essay and therefore should not be taken seriously.
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