More Fearsome Than Fiction

22 Jul

 “Please don’t let some idiot come in here acting crazy,” I silently prayed as the hum of voices filled the movie theater. The dark thought crossed my mind moments before the midnight showing of “The Dark Knight Rises” began in an old, cheap Dallas movie theater with two auditoriums full of eager fans: parents with tots in tow, fawning couples, and gangly gangs of teenage guys and gals all gathered in anticipation. I glanced at the police officer pacing up and down the aisles with reassurance. That in a movie theater across the country, an audience actually was subjected to my fleeting nightmare is still hard to swallow.   

Movies are the cheapest round-trip ticket one can take to another time and place. Want to fall in love? Be scared witless? There’s a movie for that. But each and every time as the credits roll and the lights slowly rise, the trip ends and the monsters, villains and heartthrobs are all locked away in the projection screen until the next showing begins. With that, and a lazy stretch, the audience readily returns to the real world. Today, the world mourns for the dozen that didn’t. 

My prayers are with those in Aurora.


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