Riddick and the Bored Girl

She was bored. You could tell she was bored. It wasn't the glazed over look in her eyes, for they were hard to see in the dim glow of the big screen, as much as her deep sighs that gave away her mood. Deep repeated sighs.

She was a short, Hispanic girl, in her early twenties, who wore a bright pink tank top and black jeans. From the way she constantly shifted in her seat, I would have guessed that she was a restless five-year-old in need of a bathroom. Bored Girl was there with her boyfriend, a guy who seemed keen on ignoring her and watching the Vin Diesel flick.

This isn't to say her disinterest was completely unjustified. The movie made little sense and some characters seemed unnecessary. I like Judi Dench, but her purpose in the story remains a mystery to me. Although the movie crawled, the special effects were fun and the camera adored the glowing-eyed Vin. He had this energy about him and his gravelly voice worked well when he growled out lines like, "I'll kill you with my teacup."

While I was enamored with Mr. Diesel, Bored Girl wasn't as impressed. Like a schoolgirl anticipating the end of class, she had her things packed early. When the film finally finished, she let out the longest sigh, as though someone had deflated her head and then sat on it for good measure. As the crowd fled the theater, she complained one last time, "That was so stupid. I'm glad I didn't waste my buck fifty to see it. I'm never seeing this movie again! It was so stupid!"

Riddick may not have been worth the money, but the amusement derived from sitting next to Bored Girl was definitely worth my buck fifty.