Going to the movies is not something I do often. I can count the number of times I have gone on my fingers, unless you include trips to the drive-in. And even so, it took me years before I made it to one of those, going for the first time two summers ago.
I can remember the first time I went to a movie theater. It was with a friend and her father to see one of the “Star Wars” movies. I was in the fifth-grade and had never heard of “Star Wars.” We went to the theater that used to be located on Chestnut Street in Oneonta. It was small and had big round pillars that obstructed the view. Nonetheless it was enjoyable perhaps purely because it was something I had never done before.
I can only remember going to see a film on the big screen once with my parents. They took me and my brother to see “The Santa Claus.” It must have been in 1994 because that is when the movie was released.
I tend to just wait for movies to come out on DVD and watch them from the comforts of my home. Maybe it is because I find it way too expensive to go to the theater, or that I just do not get out much. It is probably the combination of both.
I did find myself really wanting to get to the theater for the premier of the biographical sports film “42,” however. I am a real sucker for any film that has to do with baseball. In fact, I am not sure I can name a baseball related movie that I have disliked.
I did not make the debut of “42” because I got real sick. That was OK though, because I did not want to get too excited to see it because movies never live up to the hype if you get overly eager.