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When Wall-E came out (Bubblehead hated it “viscerally“? When did he trade his soul in for a high-density, negative-energy-gravitationally-fielded lump of coal?) I went to the Cinerama with a group of Peter’s coworkers on opening night. It’s a lovely old theater just blocks away from their office and it’s always full of happy, shiny, applauding movie fans on opening nights. So the next week Peter sent out an email saying, “Next up is Batman playing at Cinerama at these times!” and one of the bosses said, “I have an idea! Let’s go to the Imax!” (I hate Imax.) “And the company will pay!” (Now we can’t say no.) “It’s sold out? Hey we’ll go a week later and more people will be able to come anyway!” (Half the people aren’t coming anyway. And how are we going to get decent seats? I’m probably going to have to get in line for the bloody thing at noon on Friday, that’s how.)

So besides not “getting” Imax at all (woo, it’s big), the Imax theater is at the Seattle Center, miles from anywhere (seriously it’s in this weird black hole of the Seattle street grid where you have to walk just a little bit too long from any direction to make it walkable), and there’s nowhere to eat nearby. So Peter and I were going to sneak out last night and see is on opening night, with all the fans and costumed bats and girls crying at the dedication screen to Heath Ledger, but then I read that it was filmed in Imax, and then I thought: Murphy’s Law. If we see it opening night, people will find out and it’ll be weird, or else it’ll be a bad movie and we’ll have to see it twice. If I don’t see it opening night someone will talk and spoil the ending, we’ll get crappy seats at Imax, everyone will have to sit separately, we’ll have to skip dinner and be starving the whole time, and all this badness will happen the night before Peter’s birthday. So all this stress made me go for the easier, cheaper option: waiting till next week. And I’m a little sour about it so for crying out loud nobody tell me what happens.