I ended up getting tickets to a free advance screening of the new movie JONAH HEX tonight. This doesn’t happen often enough, but when it does, it’s nice not to actually have to pay for movie tickets. I’m still trying to get a press pass so I don’t have to deal with this crap (for advance screenings I have to get there an hour beforehand and wait in line for seats), but it’s slow going.
We’ll be reviewing JONAH HEX for the next Cinema Knife Fight column, to be posted this Sunday night at midnight.
After I saw the movie, I went across the street to the Boston Common (the big park in the middle of the city – kind of a mini Central Park) and there was a tent up, with a sign that read “Old Fashioned Revival.” I couldn’t help myself; I had to check it out. I was hoping for ae fire and brimstone preacher, maybe even some healing or speaking in tongues, but no such luck. There were lots of folding chairs, but less than half were occupied. Of the people who were there, I’m guessing many were homeless people who just wanted a place to sit.
The preacher was standing up and shouting about how America and “godless” and how the nation was a “great drought.” He even jumped up and down a little. But it was no way as dramatic as I’d hoped. And after about five minutes of standing just outside the tent, listening, I got bored and moved on. The preacher, if he noticed me at all, must have figured I was some “lost soul” who wasn’t sure if he wanted to come inside. The truth is, I was just looking for entertainment.
Even old-fashioned tent revivals aren’t as fun as they used to be. Go figure.