I do not see movies.

Except for when they’re brand new. Brand new. BRAND NEW.

See, it’s already too late for me to go see Terminator 3: Rise of the Machines. I wanted to go early in the day on Wednesday at Mann’s Chinese Theatre, but the day got away from us and the date never took place. And now it’s too late.

I’ve now read reviews and heard reviews and, even though no major plot twists have been given away, I now feel as though I cannot see the movie. I mean, I can eventually… just not now.

So, if I ever do see a movie, which sometimes I do, it will always be on opening day, before I’ve had a chance to hear the buzz that differs from the studio’s spin before the movie is out. Once I know what others think of the flick, I know I won’t enjoy the movie as much. I’ll always watch with a little bit of a nod toward whatever it is I’ve learned from those other sources, and then feel the need to argue points or to defend things that I, for whatever reason, didn’t see the same way the reviewer or well-meaning friend may have.

Since movie-going is supposedly escapism, you can see where that burden of having to defend my likes and dislikes or a movie-maker’s intentions does nothing to help me escape. It’s just another assignment… and I’m full up.