Okay, what was playing at the megaplex this long weekend was mostly dumb stuff. Think vampires bundled with too much action. But still there were top-rated films like "The Butler" and "Blue Jasmine." Yet, the place was just about empty. At the showing of "The Grandmaster," about Chinese martial arts, there were about seven people in the audience. "Jobs" had already gone. That meant that there weren't enough folks around passionate about films who would see it just to deconstruct its flaws.
Netflix only charges about $10 monthly for all kinds of goodies. And AMC on cable provides brilliance like "Breaking Bad." Also, there are video games, Facebook friends to keep up with, and LinkedIn communities to participate in.
Am I showing my age with my movie habit? I love to go out, to the movies, and belly up to the concession stand. When I was a little girl my father, who worked the night shift, would take me to the Palace movie house in Jersey City, New Jersey and stay awake long enough to make sure there was nothing in the film which would scare me. On Saturdays the Palace would have double features, and cartoons. My older sister, her girlfriends, and tag-along me would sit through the double features and cartoons twice.
Someday I fear there will be no more stand-alone movie houses. The megaplex in Orange, Connecticut already shut down. The one in New Haven, CT is barely holding on. The "regulars" are Baby Boomers. And, unless it's a hit film, only a handful of us will be in the audience.
I got over the institution of the daily newspaper being delivered. Well almost. I still do the print THE NEW YORK TIMES on Sundays. Will I adjust to not going to the movies? That's been a habit since I was four years old.