Three of my girlfriends and I have a Monday mom ritual. We hit the movies, lunch in the grass, and take turns shopping while the others watch the babies. It’s brilliant.
Yes, I said movies. Yes, with babies. Pacific Theaters screens Monday morning mommy movies each week at 11am. It’s genius. Moms can go catch a flick without the hassle of finding a sitter, without worrying about offending other moviegoers when their baby fusses. At least one baby is making noise at all times throughout the screening, and no one seems to notice…much… It’s awesome. The audio is tuned down, the lights are at 50% instead of entirely turned off. A 6 foot draped table at the side of the theater poses as a changing station. They’ve thought of everything. Well, almost.
Unfortunately, there’s no choice in movie selection. Titles are pre-chosen, so there’s no choice of film, which kind of sucks.Our first venture out was great. “Bridesmaids” was the movie, so Rhys and I ventured to the theater at the Grove and had a grand time. The next showing was “Pirates of the Caribbean”. Might have been a little loud for the babies, but, hey, it was fine. The four of us have pretty much decided that despite the title, we’re going to the movie, because, well, it’s a chance to go to the movies. And that, my friends, is why I have to ashamedly admit that I saw “What’s Your Number?” and the “Footloose” remake. Ugh. I can’t believe I am fessing up to that. The former was atrocious, the latter an unnecessary remake of a classic flick. I’ve put my foot down, though. In two weeks, the movie is “Jack and Jill”. I refuse to go. I am SO not paying to see another craptastic movie. No dice. I mean, what the hell, Adam Sandler? Really? I thought you had progressed your career beyond the stupidity of titles like Waterboy. I guess not.
Rhys in the lobby of the theater at the Grove. I may just be raising a cinephile.