The summer movie season is about to kick off in just two
short weeks with the release of
Iron Man
3, for which I am crazy pumped. As a movie junkie, I enjoy going to the
theater year-round, but there’s just something so
awesome about the summer movie season. It’s loud, it’s fun, it gets
your fists pumping in the air during particularly action-y scenes (or is that
just me?)… it’s a
great time for
movies. I like to have my brain challenged in the winter Oscar season, but I
love to whoop it up with superheroes in the summer.
But as excited as I am, I’m facing a serious problem. Wait,
a serious movie-goer problem. (Lest
you all think I’m a privileged moron, I needed to clarify. I know there are far
more dire things in the world than this.)
You see, going to the movies has always been one of my
favorite life activities. Yes, of all of the amazing things that life offers
us, sitting in a dark theater to watch a new release of cinematic art is one of
the best. It’s magic for me.
