Tuesday, May 01, 2007

Spidey and the morons.

The most ridiculous thing to happen today, May 1, Labor Day, aside from the low wages and the burgeoning labor conditions (quite a parody that we still consider this day to be something more than a friggin' holiday), is the fact the almost all cinemas in the metro have been invaded by Peter Parker and his minions, or rather profiteers backlashed the inevitable losers, which when placed side by side with Mr. Spidey, would be lucky enough to draw a single soul. Ok, I get it that people are itching for the third Spidey installment for ages, and that you don't actually need a survey to measure the excitement because you can feel it pulsate as the showing date nears, but whatever happened to choice? Other than Spider-man 3, the only thing showing in Davao theaters is that lousy pito-pito movie of Renee Summer called Paraiso.

Don't get me wrong though. I want to watch Spiderman but not with the entire Davao population trooping to every theater possible. I hate the idea of watching a movie with the theater full of fuckin' noisy people. Besides, I haven't gone to a single theater for what seemed like ages and practically coz I don't have anything to shell out for Spidey's web-slinging shenanigans.

So, see you later superhero.

2 comments:

roanjean said...

Imagine how many theaters are here in Manila and they're ALL showing Spider-Man 3. Yes, whatever happened to choice? Ing-ani ba katong sa Superman? I don't think so.

jayclops said...

yes it's OA. if theater hording is any indication, Spidey has really turned into a modern cult classic eclipsing Clark and Bruce. If I remember it right when Superman was showing I think 2 or 3 theaters per cinema even Batman. I'm looking forward to Batman though, rumor has it Heath Ledger is playing The Joker.

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