I remember going to Return of the Jedi when I was thirteen.
The whole family, my grandparents, too.
My grandmother looked like Yoda.
There were movie booklets for sale in the lobby.
We bought one, and passed it around to read while waiting in line for two hours.
Well, okay… when it got to my brother, he read it and kept reading it, and I never got to see it until after the movie.
By the time we were seated, we’d already eaten all the popcorn and drank all the sodas.
So, seriously… fuck movie theatres.
Long live home viewing.