I would be remiss if I tried to do an review though, since I didn't see the last twenty or thirty minutes of the movie. It was at about that point in the movie that we were told that we had to leave.
All of us had to leave. As in, the entire cineplex.
The power had gone out in the neighborhood, and they were evacuating the building.
This would be bad enough in your average suburban theater complex, but this place is one of the shining local gems of just how big and gadget laden a movie theater can be. There are 16 screens, each of which is two stories tall with stadium seating for approximately four hundred people. It's Friday night at about 10:30, so the place is packed. Even if the average attendence was 200 people per screen, that still works out to over three thousand people all standing in line at the back door for refund tickets on the way out.
I will give credit where it's due though, as much of a pain in the arse as that was, people were pretty well behaved and the staff did get us out the door a lot faster than I expected.
That doesn't change the fact that I have a massive case of movie blue balls. I know at least one or two of you will remember enough about playwrighting and/or screenwriting to identify the formulaic plot outline in any given film. When the power went out, my impression is that it was deep in the second round of conflict, when the protagonist is at his or her lowest point... as in, right before there appears any hope of resolution.
I suppose the timing was poetic in a strange way, but it left the overall experience as feeling entirely unfulfilling (well, not entirely, but that can wait until I do a review).
I should know better than to show up on opening night.