4:00 PM Try to get feed back for the movie on Facebook. Not working, i don't think many have had the chance to see it yet, or they have and it sucks and don't want to tell me. Internet reviews are unclear, i think the actors are typing those in themselves.
5:07 PM Look for theater playing nearby. Closest is thirty minutes away, not bad for NY, and yay i can take the bus. No shitty subway for me today. Check showtimes for the 100th time. Mentally prepare myself to spend $12.50 (NIS 60) on a movie that may or may not be good.
8:00 PM Leave the house, try to find the bus. 30 minutes later we reach the theater, there is a long line, to see "The smurfs" movie apparently. Begining to wonder if that is what we should be seeing to, but decide to stick to our guns. The smurfs should never have been turned into a movie, i beleive that. I will not alter my principles so late in the game.
We get our tickets and stand in line at the concession stand. We order two medium cokes, they arrive looking like the biggest cups of coke i have ever seen. We stumble with our drinks trying to find the theater, seems it is on the tenth floor. Lovely. We arrive there after what seems like forever and sit down to enjoy our movie. People are speaking and laughing, that is okay they will shut up when the movie starts. 30 minutes later the movie begins, no one has shut up. Consider yelling at the couple behind us and throwing popcorn on the couple in front of us, but then realize that i am not a confrontational person, and they look like the type who thrive in these situations. I chose to remain silent and listen to the movie. 
Two hours later. I hate my life, i hate this movie, i hate Daniel Graig, i definitely hate Olivia Wilde who has not done anything useful throughout the movie but stare at everything with her eyes. There was no story, no point, you didn't feel anything for the characters, in fact you wanted them to die, all of them, because it would be one less moron to listen to. Too many sub plots, pointless special affects and scenes that felt forced and had no purpose being there. In the end the aliens run away, and what did they want to begin with? Gold. They wanted Gold. Well, of course they did, everyone wanted gold in the old west right? I left the theater angry and defeated. What a wasted potential, what a scam, you have all that money, why not make the movie good? Fuck you Faveraux, you have no place directing an action movie anyway. Dragged ourselves home, and after such a movie, being back in bedstuy surrounded by crazy ass people, police and screaming lunatics was a sweet relief. I'll just buy some vodka on the way home, i need to forget this fucking movie ever happened.
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