Last week was a single event that almost made me not go to Italy period for fear of missing it.
HARRY POTTER AND THE DEATHLY HALLOWS PART 2.
I had some serious doubts about coming over seas because there was no way I was waiting the amount of time from when it came out to me getting home to see it.
Fortunately, the movie actually was out two days prior to the states so ha!
Unfortunately, it was dubbed in Italian. And Italians kind of suck at the whole “cinematic experience” thing.
Seriously.
1) They don’t sell tickets in advance. In California (or Utah) I would have already bought my ticket for the midnight showing at least a week, if not a month more, before. My friend had gone to the movie theatres a week prior to ask if we could buy tickets early; the woman looked at her like she was crazy. On Wednesday, my ticket was bought only twenty minutes before show time. I thought that was even crazier.
2) They don’t have midnight showings. Not only that, but there were only three different show times to choose from period the end.
3) They only have one person selling tickets and the desk, not booth.
4) Desk makes for zero order in line.
5) One, very small snack bar with one person working.
6) I swear I’ve seen bigger screens in people’s homes than that was supplied in theatre. Those theatres also had better sound. And probably would have had stronger 3D effect.
7) Mormon Standard Time=Italian Standard Time. Yes, even my Harry Potter started late.
8) An intermission.
I practically started crying (and probably scarred/scared my friend sitting next to me with my shriek of indignation), when I thought my movie had broken as Harry was entering the Room of Requirement to look for the lost Diadem. Turned out it was an intermission.
9) There weren’t crazy people dressed up or acting like the characters for the first showing. In fact, it was the smallest crowd for an opening day movie that I’ve ever seen.
10) Only two theatres in town, a single movie per theatre (the other one currently showing Transformers).
Despite all of these things, I was not disappointed with David Yates’ beautiful interpretation of one of my favorite books. And I definitely cried a lot more than I should have.
And some things were even funnier and more beautiful because of the Italian. (“(“Quanto tempo è passato Lily?” “Sempre.”)
However, it is still number 1 thing on my to do list when I get home (I’m talking pit stop at the Arc Light theatre on the way home from LAX).
The biggest advertisement I've seen, showcasing your three different time choices.
The size of the screen. And intermission.
Graffitti by the movie theatre!If you are not already convinced I am a class-A NERD, then you will after understand how stoked I was for my Saturday night activity: MEDIEVAL FESTIVAL! Woot!
I’ve never been to one in the states, and I seriously doubt it could ever be as cool as the one I went to. Why? It was even in a for real medieval town.
Monteriggioni: di Torri si Corona. La Festa Medievale.
The weekend before they were celebrating the 13th century, and we went on a night featuring the 16th (approximately 1554 AD during the Renaissance when Charles V’s imperial troops, led by the Marquis of Merignano, tried to hold their control over the Monteriggioni Castle while Sienese soldiers, supported by the King of France, tried to fight back for the city). Food, market booths, costumes, era battles, everything was just so cool. And the ambience……gah. Really no words. There was always a show or music (Medieval drumline: so sweet!) playing on stage or around the small city. The last show was truly incredible: Angels vs. Demons complete with stilt walkers and LOTS of fire. If only we had gone Sunday, they we could have gotten a firework show too (since I missed them on the Fourth of July).
And the whole experience was made even sweeter because real Italians took us! Well that sounds awkward.
Explanation: my roommate Makenna works in a physical therapy office. One of the girls there, Elena, is about 24 and invited Makenna to go the festival with her and some friends. Makenna and I had already talked about going and so she pulled a pass for me too!
This meant the first time in a baby Italian car with an Italian driver. They all desperately need to work on turning. Desperately.
But really it was awesome to hang out with Italians that were close to your own age, not in a home or work environment, but a real hanging out/going out experience. They were awesome and I was so happy to have been included. I will also probably never go to a lame Medieval Festival in the states set in some lame, non-legitimate field.
Little boy in the drum line!
The city of Monteriggioni
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