This is the next entry in a Theatre… a Movie… and a Time, a series that was begun here. No one is more surprised any worthy memories left to download than I. But since we’re hosting our youngest during her college break, made me reflect back to something as I’m normally wont to do anyway. To a previous period when they were always at home, and how it’s changed. Still, as my lovely bride has already pointed out…
“If we did our parenting job right, this is how it’s suppose to go.”
The AMC Century City 15:
Images c/o Cinema Treasures site
June 17, 2018: Know full well I get the
blame credit for getting us out of the house and into a movie theater as a family to see something. Of course, the kids really didn’t have a choice since they were too little to know better through their growing years. They certainly got use to being taken to many an animated flick. Almost as fast as learning to operate a VHS play deck and later DVD player by themselves to watch them at home.
Somehow, I convinced my wife, their mother, to come along with us from time-to-time. Not an easy chore as she didn’t have the same experience growing up with movies during childhood as moi. While she enjoyed an occasional film now and then, it wasn’t anything close to what I’d instilled in our offspring since they were wee tykes. Using mine as the template, there could not possibly be any other way in my book.
The clear exception being Ratatouille…being raised a food preparer since childhood, rats, food, and the kitchen just don’t go together in her estimation
At times, we’d regret taking our children to some things (cough…Shark Tale…cough), but most of the time these were enjoyable family escapades. Especially, if it was done by folks at Pixar — their releases would become annual events I wouldn’t have to drag anyone to. Something we’d all anticipate…or at least put up with dad’s need to check it off some list in his head. Like some earthly requirement before dying.
By the time the kids were teens, some reluctance had shown up between mother and kids, alike. Wasn’t as much urgency to see a Pixar film the very first weekend of release. Their mom skipping some. Oh, well. Made peace with that, too. Then, those darn kids kept maturing — like there was something else in their lives besides going out as a family to this venture. Friends, school, eventually a job or two. Go figure.
Then, when my daughter graduated high school, soon to head off to college a good bit aways, and our oldest with a job, finally realized these Pixar events were coming to a natural end. My wife attempted to calm me of this. Looking at the calendar with the start of the summer quarter looming at a distant university and her sibling’s work schedule, The Incredibles 2 screening took on a new significance. The last of its kind for us.
Wasn’t going to miss this so I threw down my spousal marker1, found a time to squeeze all of us in at the AMC Century City 15 opening weekend (a place we’d spent many a time together) to cherish the passing as a unit with the studio that made me cry on more than one occasion…how appropriate.
- Like John Wick Chapter 2, this is one of those blood oath things we set up some three decades ago for each to use when needed that must be honored. ↩