We finally got around to seeing the latest Harry Potter movie last night. Between catching Chris up on the other three and the holidays, it took us this long. So we found ourselves at the 10 pm showing at what we call "the people's mall." It's not as ghetto as many of the malls in north Orange County, but definitely caters to the non-yacht-owning demographic of San Diego.
The theater was surprisingly full for a movie that's been out for a while, so we headed up towards the top where there were two open seats. Four or five seats in the top row were inhabited by some of the least likely-looking Harry Potter fans. Ever. They all pretty much fit the description of Fifty Cent/NBA/people who like to tie things around their heads. And just to be clear, none of these guys had girls with them or anything.
During the commercials and trailers, they hooted and hollered enough to keep up with their thug appearances, but the second the lights went down for the children's fantasy movie, I'll be damned if every one of those bad muthafukkas didn't shut up and watch it.
It goes to show you never can tell.
P.S. -- this movie was the best one yet. I hope they make more before these kids are 27, playing 15-year-olds.
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