4th Star Movie Review: Business Class
Up in the Air
Globe Cinema
When that young, uptight over-achiever was filling George Clooney and the older other broad in about her life plan in front of a giant martini the size of her head, how she had this image of the picture perfect situation she wanted and how she had a the guy who she could “make it work” with, all I could do was laugh and laugh and laugh. Romantic comedies are my favourite. After the movie, we tried to leave the parkade only to find that there was no one to take our validated ticket. Unhappy with this development, I decide to feed the ticket into one of those machines — hoping that there was some kind of ticket reading device that could detect my validation. Nope. $5 please. SHIT! Reluctantly, I pull out the gold card and paid. EVEN THOUGH I HAD THE FUCKIN’ THIING VALIDATED! What am I supposed to do? I need to get out of the parkade! Just as the transaction was finishing, the parking attendant waddles up to my car and hands over my credit card, which had just been spit out the machine. I tell him about the predicament I was in. He doesn’t seem to care. Apparently, he had to go do something, putting theatre customers WHO WOULD BE LEAVING AT THE EXACT TIME BASED ON THE MOVIE START TIME with no other option but to pay for parking they shouldn’t have to pay for. Nice timing. Doubt it was his first day. Through my noticeable frustration, I try to explain the situation to him, again, hoping he would hand over the five bucks I feel I’m owed. Twenty-one hours later and I’m still not sure he understood what I was saying. Thanks for nothing, Portage Place.
