I did a lot this weekend, but I did not go to see The Dark Knight. Let me tell you why.
For starters I was busy. I had dinner with several awesome people on Friday, co hosted a live chat on Saturday, ran into this blogger on Sunday and in between I wrote an angry letter, feuded with my neighbors, got kicked out of bed and posted something over at LA Metblogs. I could have made time for The Dark Knight but I didn’t, because I’m not ready for the reality of actually seeing the movie because I’m too busy imagining it.
Among people my age, especially among men my age, our go-to earliest movie memory is Star Wars. While I suspect this is more suggested memory than fact it doesn’t take anything away from the significance of the idea because it sets an expectation that movies are events and every time you step into that theater you could be amazed by something. It may be one of the last ways we are collectively (and willingly) naive. Now maybe I’m bitter because my real first movie was The Cat From Outer Space but I rarely allow myself that expectation of amazement that I had as a kid.
Maybe I’m misremembering the past but it felt like when I was 8 or 9 I could get lost in a movie for months on end. Do you remember seeing a movie right after the last day of school and then playing out the movie over and over all summer in the backyard? Then, if the movie was really good, you could get it on a lunch box come September. For a kid the best thing you can say about a movie is I want it on my lunch box because we only got one lunch box and it had to last the whole year. Choose wrong in August and you we’re carrying a crappy lunch box until June. I saw a lot of movies when I was little, but very few were lunch box worthy. In my head The Dark Knight is going to be a lunch box movie and while I could just go see it and find out if it is, the anticipation is a little too much fun to let go of. I’ll probably get to it this week and then decide if I’ll pack my lunch with Batman next school year.