My Worst Movie Experience...Ever

I bought my ticket for Michael Jackson's This Is It as soon as they became available on Fandango. Beyond the simple perk it presented for this hardcore MJ fan to see the gloved one on the big screen one last time, it actually looked like it could be a monumental achievement for a film of its kind. This was not to be a movie that merely praised the king, it was a project that Michael himself was heavily involved with. An intimate look at an oft-misunderstood musical genius, juxtaposed from over 50 hours of footage. Captured in the process of assembling what was likely to be one of the greatest concerts ever witnessed, this was to be a story about Michael Jackson, by Michael Jackson - the mysterious, mythical man we all know of, yet do not know.

This was to be my second time seeing the moonwalker on the big screen, I attended a revival of Live in Bucharest at The Senator Theatre earlier this year; but my anticipation had reached an unprecedented height for This Is It. I got my ticket for the first available midnight showing; then my sister expressed that she wanted us to see it together this weekend, so I decided that I'd just have to see it twice. I made the movie poster my background on twitter. I got out my decorated King of Pop shirt. I burned the new MJ mixtape made by DJ Jazzy Jeff. I could see myself pulling up on the White Marsh parking lot bumping Rock With You, Human Nature, PYT, etc.. I had it all planned out.

Then disaster struck. I have been a long-time victim of the anxieties associated with running on CP Time. When I'm in a rush to leave out, something always comes up. Either my allergies will start acting up, or I will be unable to find something I need, like my wallet, or my KEYS.

I turned my junior-suite apartment upside down and inside out trying to find my keys (which happen to have a Thriller key-ring by-the-way). Misplacing my keys is a frequent occurence, so I did not panic initially. I looked every logical place they could be,.. then I looked every illogical place they could be. I checked my backpack and my hoodies: where they usually are. Then I checked my futon and my bed: where they sometimes are. Then I checked in my cabinets and in my refrigerator: where they never are. All to no avail.

When I woke up this morning, I saw that Roger Ebert had given the movie 4 stars (his highest rating). It was a bittersweet feeling, I wanted to see it myself before hearing any criticism, good or bad. But, as I type, I'm stil lookinng,.. and still waiting... to see This Is It.

Update: 7:26 AM - Eureka!