pick a seat, any seat
June 17, 2008
What’s the best thing to happen to movies pretty much ever? Not CGI. Not much better food selection, and trays to eat with in the theaters. Not even stadium seating, without which I would never go to any mainstream, for-profit movie theater. In fact, not even color. Or sound.
Nope. Number one on the list of movie innovations, in the history of movies is . . . reserved seating. And not just reserved seating at the ticket counter, though that is nice too. But reserved seating over the Internets. Reserved seats transforms the experience. No more lining up, EVER. No more saving seats EVER. Whether you like movie previews or not, you can now arrive at showtime, and walk right in to your prime movie seats that you purchased on the Internets, maybe an hour before.
The rest of the movie-going public seems to have not caught on to this magical innovation. Last night, from my office computer, I bought five tickets for The Incredible Hulk for me, kim, and the kids at the Jordan Commons Megaplex. But before we could leave home, we had to drive the neighborhood looking for Holden, which set us back, then drive the 20 minutes to the theater. We arrived 5 minutes after showtime.
No worries. We walked inside, swiped a card in a machine, which printed our pre-reserved tickets, walked into the theater, kicked 3 girls and a random guy out of our prime seats, caught the last preview (I’m very excited about “The Clone Wars”), and watched the show.
Why did this take so long? Why didn’t we have this FIRST? What, we got Compuserv, we got AOL, for crying out loud, but we had to wait until now to get reserved seating at movies? I go on the Internets, pick a show, and I’m shown a picture of the theater and seats. I click on the ones I want, and pay. The seats are now MINE.
I don’t wanna get off on my movie idiosyncrasies, on how I HATE people in movie theaters, how I almost got in a fight for the good seats for Return of the King with another middle aged father, how Kim and I were almost killed by some female gang member who wouldn’t stop kicking Kim’s chair in Dallas, how somehow otherwise normal people seem to think it’s okay to use a parking lot voice in the middle of a movie, all that. Oh, I have issues. I’ll make an annotated list someday.
But now, which seat I’m in isn’t one of them.