Years ago, when the third Jurassic Park movie came out in theaters, I accompanied my mother and her best friend. We had seen the previous movies and we were all excited to see the newest one. My mom’s friend, will call her Bee, loved movies. I do remember her making the comment that she didn’t do well with scary movies but I shrugged it off, this movie wasn’t that scary.
We seated ourselves to the right side of the movie theater, where there were only two seats per row. My mom and her friend sat behind me while I sat and watched on in amazement.
We were sitting there, not even twenty minutes into the movie, when things began to get good. They had landed on the island and sent a guy out to search the woods nearby (I already knew that probably wouldn’t end well). Then you hear something big coming, they all begin running towards the plane to get away, leaving said guy in the woods to fend for himself. Well, low and behold when they take off down the run way, the guy comes running out of the woods, flagging them down for help and as the plane lifts off, a giant dinosaur comes exploding out of the woods after him. The dinosaur snatches the guy up in one bite while simultaneously crashing the plane. Fine. I can handle that, something like this would have to happen at the beginning; I was prepared for it.
What I wasn’t prepared for, was the blood curdling scream that erupted from behind me.
I did one of those vibrating jumps you do when something really scares you and almost came up out of my seat. I looked behind me, only to find my mom’s friend had launched herself backwards in her chair (trying to get away from the dino I suppose). At first I thought someone had grabbed her or something. I’m glad the chair was bolted to the floor or she would have landed in the lap of the person behind her. She looked like she was about to climb over the back of the chair and run anyway. She was still screaming, eyes wide-almost popping out, with her fingers clinched down on the arm rests.
For a split second, her reaction made me think she had seen something else in the theater. I jerked my head back around to scan the crowd for something terrifying enough to match her scream. Nothing.
Every time the dinosaur would roar, she’d scream. When the dinosaur would try to eat one of them, she jerk sideways like she was on a simulated ride.
About that time, another dinosaur appeared and I can’t remember what all happened but there was running and screaming and dinosaurs fighting. There wasn’t a break in the action for a bit. But I didn’t see much of the next scenes because I was too busy bouncing back and forth from the movie to her. She screamed like there was a dinosaur in the theater with us. At one point she jerked so hard she kicked my seat. My mom was laughing at her and I couldn’t help but giggle. She grabbed her chest like she could leave us at any moment. I thought we were going to have to take her out of the theater.
Finally, the people got to somewhere safe and I heard Bee gasp for air.
“Oh that scared me,” she whispered.
I settled down into my seat with a smirk. If that first part scared her, she was about to go on a wild ride. The next hour was filled with screams of terror and roaring dinosaurs, I enjoyed every moment of it.
We seated ourselves to the right side of the movie theater, where there were only two seats per row. My mom and her friend sat behind me while I sat and watched on in amazement.
We were sitting there, not even twenty minutes into the movie, when things began to get good. They had landed on the island and sent a guy out to search the woods nearby (I already knew that probably wouldn’t end well). Then you hear something big coming, they all begin running towards the plane to get away, leaving said guy in the woods to fend for himself. Well, low and behold when they take off down the run way, the guy comes running out of the woods, flagging them down for help and as the plane lifts off, a giant dinosaur comes exploding out of the woods after him. The dinosaur snatches the guy up in one bite while simultaneously crashing the plane. Fine. I can handle that, something like this would have to happen at the beginning; I was prepared for it.
What I wasn’t prepared for, was the blood curdling scream that erupted from behind me.
I did one of those vibrating jumps you do when something really scares you and almost came up out of my seat. I looked behind me, only to find my mom’s friend had launched herself backwards in her chair (trying to get away from the dino I suppose). At first I thought someone had grabbed her or something. I’m glad the chair was bolted to the floor or she would have landed in the lap of the person behind her. She looked like she was about to climb over the back of the chair and run anyway. She was still screaming, eyes wide-almost popping out, with her fingers clinched down on the arm rests.
For a split second, her reaction made me think she had seen something else in the theater. I jerked my head back around to scan the crowd for something terrifying enough to match her scream. Nothing.
Every time the dinosaur would roar, she’d scream. When the dinosaur would try to eat one of them, she jerk sideways like she was on a simulated ride.
About that time, another dinosaur appeared and I can’t remember what all happened but there was running and screaming and dinosaurs fighting. There wasn’t a break in the action for a bit. But I didn’t see much of the next scenes because I was too busy bouncing back and forth from the movie to her. She screamed like there was a dinosaur in the theater with us. At one point she jerked so hard she kicked my seat. My mom was laughing at her and I couldn’t help but giggle. She grabbed her chest like she could leave us at any moment. I thought we were going to have to take her out of the theater.
Finally, the people got to somewhere safe and I heard Bee gasp for air.
“Oh that scared me,” she whispered.
I settled down into my seat with a smirk. If that first part scared her, she was about to go on a wild ride. The next hour was filled with screams of terror and roaring dinosaurs, I enjoyed every moment of it.
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