P.S. I LOVE YOU (2007)
Thanks to the local newspaper, my whole week has been ruined.
I had been wanting to see “P.S. I Love You” for the past month, but I knew in my head it would be too hard to get tickets. This is the type of movie that comes along once in a lifetime and fans have been flocking to it like dogs in heat. Once is just never enough.
I’ve heard so many rumors that violence has been breaking out at theaters because people can’t get tickets to see “P.S. I Love You.” It is madness, but it shows you what such a great movie can do.
Even my friend told me that tickets for “P.S. I Love You” were selling in the low hundreds on eBay when the movie first came out. I believe it.
That is why I waited a month before going to see it in theaters. I didn’t want to be knifed by some mad man who couldn’t get in to see a story that has touched billions, if not millions.
So this past Monday, I decided to see the movie. The Sunday paper said it was playing at 7:15 PM so I showed up ten minutes early only to find out the movie had started at 5 PM.
I demanded my money back or at least a free popcorn, but the manager said he couldn’t do that for two reasons: I never paid for a ticket and it wasn’t his fault I showed up late. Fair enough, I guess. I still wish he had given me something for free.
He explained to me that the theater changes its showtimes at the beginning of every week and I should have checked that day’s newspaper.
I don’t know what the heck he was talking about, but I know one thing. This is ridiculous.
It comes down to one simple concept: TRUST. I can never trust the newspaper again.
I am writing a letter to the editor of the newspaper telling him I will never believe a word they say. If they can’t get the showtimes right, how can I expect them to get anything right?
The key to any good story is fact checking. I do it time and time again with my movie reviews.
So that is why I recommend you never read a newspaper again, especially after what they did to me.