Lamentations about reality and The Movies

Ever since I was a little kid, going to the movies was an exciting experience. From my middle-class lifestyle I was able to visit parks full of dinosaurs and see the future shaped by a robot protecting a teenager.

Though trips to the theaters were every couple of months with the family and often to the discount cinema, they made up some of my most precious memories during my childhood.

When the freedom of adulthood came and the money part-time jobs bring, hitting the multiplex became a weekly voyage. Movies have become a staple of my livelihood - and movie quotes a staple of my dialogue.

I utilize movies as an escape from reality, especially on the grand scale most theaters provide. Credit card bills. Solitude. Cold weather. Not getting that bid to the Rose Bowl for my Sun Devils. I wouldn't have to think about them for at least an hour and a half a week.

Now with no movie theater in Kingman, what am I left with?


That isn't a pleasant notion. There is only so much a Netflix account and my 19-inch TV can do for me. For a man who gets frustrated when he can't remember the name of Clint Eastwood's character in "The Good, the Bad and the Ugly," (it's Blondie, by the way), reality is a tough prospect.

When deciding on a place to relocate more than a year ago, I looked to see if the area had a movie theater, not its rank in the top places to relocate list. I looked for that escape from reality.

The Movies was the equivalent of the discount theaters. The screens were smaller, the chairs were uncomfortable, the speakers were cracked and it smelled of something(s) that you wouldn't have thought belonged in a theater.

It still was a theater. I still went.

Though I avoided seeing the high budget, special-effect flicks, I went to The Movies every couple of months by myself.

Why? Because I enjoy the experience of seeing movies on the big screen. Kingman had it.

And now it doesn't.

I've been to the movies in Laughlin. It was more expensive and not really a better movie experience. With the high (and almost comedic) price of gas combined with the high price of the movie-going experience, I don't see myself driving an hour to see Sylvester Stallone decapitating bad guys with his larger than life knife in the latest release of the "Rambo" series.

I guess November isn't too far away.

I guess another company could step in at Cinemark's old location and start showing movies sooner than that. I guess another multiplex can pop up. And I guess I should feel lucky that my biggest complaint (albeit a big one for me) is not having a movie theater.

I'm tired of guessing what's to come.

I'm already tired of not having a movie theater and it's only been two days.