Usually when I watch a film at a movie theater I don't buy eats or drinks, not even popcorn. I harbor a lingering belief, instilled in me by my parents, that shelling out money for concessions at a movie is "profligate behavior." Go figure.
But Friday night I broke this rule. Sitting in the Landmark Theatre in downtown Baltimore waiting for "The Wrestler" to begin, I made my way to the bar in the theater's lobby and bought a beer.
The bar did not have any beer on tap, but it did have bottles of Sierra Nevada Pale Ale. I gave the bartender $6, he poured the beer in a plastic cup, and I went back to my seat in the theater. The seat, I noticed, had a cup holder, just like a ball park.
It was Friday, I reminded myself, prime beer drinking time. So I sipped the Sierra Nevada as I watched Mickey Rourke portray Randy The Ram Robinson, a down-on- his luck professsional wrestler, and his on-again, off-again girlfriend, Marisa Tomei, a stripper.
The movie had it moments, but it dragged. This, in a way, was a good thing, because when nature called, as happens when you drink beer, I didn't miss much.
I am not sure "The Wrestler" will win an Oscar. Both Rourke and Tomei are nominated.
And I am not sure I will drink beer again at the movies.
How about you; do you drink beer at the movies?
What did you think of "The Wrestler"? As I recal,l no one drinks beer in this movie. Only shots of booze.