Going to a movie at night is a date, an experience, an event. It’s Doing Something instead of staying home and Doing Nothing.
But going to a matinee is a whole ‘nother seven-dollar bushel of popcorn.
The credits roll at the end of the movie, the house lights come up, and you look around like you are waking from a dream. Your feet stick to the buttery floor as you trudge toward the exit. Everybody is filing in mass exodus toward the sun-lit doorways.
The movie, if it was a proper matinee experience, is still playing in bits in your mind, as you chat with fellow movie-goers (or just eavesdrop) about the characters, the plot, the casting choices.
Then you enter the outside world. It is BRIGHT! There is SUN out there. I don’t think I’m in District 12 anymore. Did I park over there? No? Over there? Did anyone take note of where we parked? I entered this parking lot a movie ago; I can’t be expected to remember that now. It is really bright out here. They should give us sunglasses as a parting gift.
There really is nothing quite like a matinee movie.
As an end note, I thought the movie was better than the book. I don’t say that too often! I give Hunger Games the movie my Bathmat Seal of Approval.