expectation

I have never been too keen about going out to a movie with a friend and having to pay twice to see it. Think about it. I can rent a movie for about four dollars—one payment—and an innumerable amount of people can watch it with me, all for that price. But when I go out to the movies, it costs my ticket price and their ticket price. With today’s prices, if four of us go, it is forty dollars to see one movie. Maybe that doesn’t bother you, but it does bother me.

What makes this unbearable is when you go to a movie you think is going to be good, and it is awful, as was the case with The Box.

As ticket prices have rocketed, I have taken to waiting for the DVD to come out to see them. I mostly go only to those movies that must be seen on the big screen because of the graphics or effects, or those movies that I am particularly interested in and can’t wait the few extra months to see on DVD.

The Box was one of those movies I was excited about seeing. The previews made it look like a thriller, with some really good themes that I wanted to see play out. The movie was terribly disappointing though. It was not a thriller. It was kind of an old fashioned science fiction film that plodded along and hinted at some good speculation rather than really delving into it.

The biggest disappointment was not really the movie. It was the misleading. I was expecting to go and sit on the edge of my seat the entire time. I was expecting to have to grip the armrests or the pretty woman’s hand next to me. That didn’t happen though. And it was the disappointment of my expectations not being met that bothered me the most. And that is why I feel like it was a waste of money.

But that got me thinking. What if we have built up our hopes and dreams about finding life in this galaxy and then we do. But what if that life looks like dog poo and smells just as bad? And what if it just sits there like a plant and never moves or grows? That would be disappointing.

originally taken from OG’s Speculative Fiction, Issue 21
image courtesy of soilsolutionsco

© Seth Crossman