My wife, son and I decided to go to the movies on Thanksgiving Saturday afternoon. I just got back a week ago from New York City, and I remembered that Wicked was advertised everywhere, on huge billboards on Times Square, in my hotel, and at random places around the city. We had also heard that it got high ratings and praises. How could we go wrong?
We went very wrong. Within five minutes I noticed that I had lost interest in the movie, and there were two hours and 35 minutes more to go! Pretty soon I found myself nodding off. I stuck with it because I wanted to be there for my family. By the time an hour had gone by, all three of us were looking at each other. We had noticed some people in front of us leaving earlier. We ended up leaving just a little over an hour into the movie. It turns out that all three of us had trouble staying awake. We thought the singing was bad and cringy. There was no story. We kept thinking that it would get better, but it just never did.
Walking out of the movie was a relief. The post-movie conversation over a pizza and beer was all about the utter disbelief that we had just spent over $19 times three for this film. It was an outright painful experience.
I can’t remember the last time I had actually walked out of a movie theater. This was therefore memorable. I can’t give anything better than zero stars.
Do not go.
