Monday, December 12, 2005

'Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire' at Ever

Ah, you gotta hand it to Dumaguete. We may not have the plush amenities of Greenbelt, Eastwood, or the newly rehabilitated Greenhills or Cubao, but we make do with what we have and we get it on the cheap.

Take for instance a movie. Tonight I watched Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire at Ever Theater. So how much do you think I paid?

Well, let's start with how much you paid.

How much did you pay? P100 at Greenbelt 1? P150 at Greenbelt 3? P200 at Greenhills? P300 at Gateway Mall in Cubao? Am I right? Am I right?

So guess how much I paid.

Thirty-one bucks. Yes, that's right. Thirty-frelling-one bucks. And that's only because I was too cheap to go for the balcony seats at forty-frelling-one bucks. Ha! Beat that, you slave of the Ayalas!

Sure, the seats were a little cramped, but the movie starts 20 minutes ahead of schedule. I mean, that has to be a plus. And I do get it in wonderful widescreen. Sound might not be so good but then again I'm a little deaf so it doesn't really make a difference whether it's Dolby Surround or Dolphy Surround.

And yes, I still enjoyed the same movie that you did.

I think it's such a bargain if it was actually a movie I didn't want to see. Then I could run out of the theater screaming and not think too much of the thirty-frelling-one bucks that I plunked down the drain.

Not that I wanted to run out of 'Goblet of Fire.' As movies go, it was pretty entertaining. A thousand and one reviews have already been written about it so I won't clutter cyberspace with yet another.

I only have three things to say:

1) The movie was better than the book. Much tighter, without the pretentious fluff that bloated the book to 734 pages. In fact, I liked it so much that I probably will just skip on the remaining books.

2) The best scene was the aftermath of the Christmas dance ball. It was a disposable scene but I'm glad they kept it. It perfectly captured the hormonally-charged crash that follows any pubescent party. You know, raging emotions coming out to the fore after all the giddy highs.

3) I paid thirty-frelling-one bucks for the movie. I know I said it before. But I like rubbing it in.