Mr. Cellophane

In a location adjacent to a place in a city of some significance, what comes out of my head is plastered on the walls of this blog.

Wednesday, May 13, 2026

An offer I can’t refuse?

For the last few weeks, I'd heard about this gimmick that one of my local theaters was trying out called Secret Cinema, where you go to the theater and you have no idea what you’re about to see until it unspools. After getting out of Mortal Kombat II earlier that day (don’t even start), I figured that it sounded like fun...but it seems like a kind of thing I’d be better off spending money on if I have a job.

Curiosity got the better of me last night and I said I'd check it out. I thought about buying my ticket online, but only because I thought it would be sold out at that point, but just as I was taking a chance on this movie so too would I take a chance on buying my ticket in person and eliminating the service fee. Worked out pretty well as there were only a dozen other people at the screening.

The movie ended up being The Godfather.

I'd have bet money on something more obscure, but, hey, 1972, absolute classic, very enjoyable and three hours long. I couldn't help but think to myself, 'you know, there are American classic films they could’ve shown for their first night that run less than two hours'. This put me in a no-win situation which I really didn't care for: the website said they offered passes for anybody who walked out within the first 15 minutes of the movie, so I could save some money and get a free screening in the future...but if I walk out on The freaking Godfather, I’m the schmuck of all time. Even more, my weekly unemployment stipend only allowed for so much and I got a ton of bills I have to pay and the people billing me could give half a shit if you don’t have the money to pay them off, but that’s a post for another time.

Seriously, if this job situation doesn’t shake itself out. I really don’t know what I’m gonna do, but it’s not gonna be pretty.

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