Old Mr. Fitzwilliam, a reporter known for his sharp wit and even sharper elbows, decided one rainy afternoon to visit the Grand Majestic Theater.
He wanted to choose a comfortableseat and relax after a string of, so far, disappointing news stories.
The theater was surprisingly not too crowded, perhaps due to the matinee show being advertised quite cheaply.
Mr. Fitzwilliam carefully selected a seat that was relatively close to the screen, but not too close to risk straining his aging eyes.
He sank comfortably into the plush velvet, grabbed a fresh juice box and opened the menu hoping to choose the least bad option.
Suddenly, a jaunty little song began playing, accompanied by a bizarre announcement that they are testing some of the more creative lighting options available, he sat and observed some changes.
As he ate, he pondered, 'So far, this has to be one of the worst films I’ve seen in a while', but it’s also pretty hilariously bizarre,' he thought with a grin.