I really wanted to see the movie “Tree of Life.” I’d read some reviews, was intrigued and my interest was further piqued by a rave review by my Chicago Tonight colleague, Paris Schutz.
So when I found myself out of town last weekend (in a Midwestern city which will go unnamed, but rhymes with “Minneapolis”) with a free Friday night, I decided to see it. I convinced my wife and her parents to see it, too.
The movie was showing at the local “art” cinema–a pleasant multi-plex in a high-end shopping mall. We walked up to the ticket seller and told her what movie we wanted to see. She said something that struck me as very odd: “You know this is an art movie, don’t you? It’s very abstract and it lasts about two hours.” Those were the words that came out of her mouth, but her tone was asking, “Do you know what the H you’re getting yourself into?”
I’d never been challenged by a movie ticket seller about my movie choice and didn’t know quite how to respond so I just mumbled something. But it definitely made me feel like a third-grader. Little did I know that class was just beginning. Tomorrow, how the lesson continued once we got inside the theater!