Phone conversation from the lobby of an AMC movie theater.
Preface: My dad knows select Klingon phrases. He Jedi waves in front of automatic sliding doors. He knows the Hebraic incantation needed to invoke the divine powers of the Ark of the Covenant. And he thinks I’m a dork.
Polly: Dad! DAD. So Effie and I are at the movies for the Indiana Jones marathon and GUESS WHO IS GOING TO BE HERE FOR A Q&A?
Dad: Didn’t you do that last week?
Polly: No, last week I saw Raiders of the Lost Ark in IMAX. This week is the marathon.
Dad: So you’re watching Raiders again?
Polly: Yes, Dad. It’s a marathon.
Dad: You’re seeing all three movies in the same day?
Polly: Four. They’re including Crystal Skull.
Dad: Oh right. But you’ve seen all these movies multiple times.
Polly: I know but the theater experience is so much more immersive than watching a movie from my couch with scheduled commercial breaks. The audience is so enthusiastic, we’re all here for the same reason! All together we cheer for Indy when he dodges the boulder, boo the Nazis when they kidnap Dr. Jones Sr., cry when the monkey eats the bad dates, and laugh when Short Round says anything. It’s a collective experience shared by strangers who might not have anything else in common but bond over the swashbuckling adventures of Indiana and his quests to keep historical artifacts away from those who only wish to use their occult powers for evil.
Dad: Ok…
Polly: But anyway GUESS WHO IS GOING TO BE HERE FOR A Q&A?
Dad: Who?
Polly: KAREN ALLEN! MARION RAVENWOOD!
Dad: But she’s old now.
Polly: Yes.
Dad: Well have fun, tell her I say “Hi”!
Polly: Bye, Dad.
In other news, Karen Allen is LOVELY and my backside is still a bit sore from being stagnant from 10:30 am- 8:30 pm.
I love Karen Allen!! She’s so adorable.
Also… i’m glad i’m not the only one who gets sad when the monkey eats the bad dates.