Last night was one of the best date nights we’ve had in a long time and Mr. R. deserves all the credit. It was he who said, “Hey, let’s go see that new Judd Apatow movie, Trainwreck,” to which I said, “Okay.” Movie-wise, it really was his turn to pick since the last movie we went to see was Fifty Shades of Grey, which he hated.
And so it was that he went online to see where it was playing. Turns out, it was at the new luxury theatre in Jupiter, Cinepolis. I’m not going to kid you. Tickets to the luxury side (half of the multiplex is still regular) are not cheap. Prime time shows will cost you $19.75 while matinees are two dollars cheaper.
But it just so happened that we had a $25 Fandango gift card. We chose the 4:45 showing and that meant we paid the matinee price. Ordering our tickets through Fandango, we only paid $13.50 for both of us (includes the online fee). AND we chose our reserved seats when we ordered them, so we didn’t feel the need to rush to the theatre, worried that we wouldn’t find two seats together.
We found the theatre lobby to be very upscale with lots of small tables and a large full-service bar at the luxury end. Bypassing the snack bar because , we moved to the right side of the lobby, the luxury side, while the regular theatres were to the left. Mr. R. showed the ticket girl his phone, having had the tickets texted to him, and we were on our way to Theatre 4.
Unfortunately, they were still cleaning and we had to wait for a long while, but when we finally entered we quickly found our large, fully reclining leather seats among the few that are there. The luxury theatres only seat about 70 guests and the majority of seats are in pairs.
Mr. R. and I sank into our seats and fiddled with the controls until we figured out how everything worked. By the time we had our feet up, we knew there was no turning back, no possibility of ever returning to a regular theatre experience.
Once we were comfortably ensconced in seats C1 and C2, we checked out the menu to see what we might order. I immediately went for their Private Label sauvignon blanc, sans the little green fly. And being a creature of habit, I chose popcorn, which was really fresh and good, not some old, popped-a-hundred-miles-away-and-shipped-in-last-week crap.
Mr. R., being adventurous, chose the cheese and fruit plate. There were several different kinds of cheeses, grapes, apple slices, dates, spiced walnuts, and a variety of crackers. All of these were cheerfully delivered to us by the server who was responsible for our row. And this was before the movie started. Throughout the movie if we wanted anything at all, we pushed the little button on the armrest and our wishes were granted. It was awesome.
Now the movie…
If you’re familiar with Judd Apatow’s work, you know what to expect. The humor tends to be a bit crass so it’s not for the easily offended. Trainwreck is about a millennial magazine writer, played by Amy Schumer (who incidentally wrote the script), with serious commitment issues. Her “sort-of” boyfriend is played by pro wrestler John Cena. Have you even wondered how John Cena looks naked? Imagine no more; he’s pretty much like the action figure of He-Man, sans the blond pageboy.
Schumer’s character Amy is assigned to write an article about sports medicine specialist Aaron, played by Bill Hader, who becomes her new love interest. Both Schumer and Hader are likeable as are the cast of supporting players, not the least of whom is the surprisingly funny and heartfelt LeBron James of NBA fame.
One of my favorite scenes has James, flanked by Chris Evert, Matthew Broderick, and Marv Albert in cameo appearances, performing an intervention on Aaron, who James believes has gotten in too deep and too fast with the hard-partying Amy. The cherry on top is Albert’s play-by-play narration of the intervention.
Bottom line, we really liked Trainwreck. It was a funny and sometimes poignant story, punctuated by moments of hilarious (if crass) humor. If you liked The 40-Year-Old Virgin, Knocked Up, and This Is 40, you’ll enjoy this movie. And I’ve become spoiled; I’ll never go to a regular movie theatre ever again.
Now after the movie… (to be continued)