Leaving the cinema in 1978 after seeing CLOSE ENCOUNTERS and hoping to see a multicoloured UFO gliding overhead - appearing above the cinema roof in the night time sky. Preferably the ice cream cone UFO.
It never did appear - and the cinema has long since been knocked down.
Seeing Alien 3 in a cinema, where the sound system was poor and hardly knowing what Charles Dance had said. And then the film broke down during the bait and chase scenes near the end. It resumed. but we had had time to share bemused opinions aobut the film in progress.
Going to see Star Trek V and the group of people in front of me muttering distractedly about this, that and the other, before one finally cracked with a loud comment: "OH, THIS IS BORING!" before they all got up and left en-mass to do something - anything more interesting.
As for me, I stayed in my seat and started falling in love with this crazy, daft, train wreck folly of a film.
I remember going to a double bill of Star Trek V and Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade. Our local theatre at the time would get movies a month or two after release, sometimes longer, and at the time had a video rental in the lobby. Indy 3 had already come out on video, so they took it off of the shelves so that people would see it in the theatre. I remember liking parts of STV, but overall, not caring much for it. I thought much higher of Indy.
One summer, my buddies and I went over to Cedar Falls where there was one of the last drive-ins left (now sadly closed). One time, we took my friend's parents van, and hid him in the very back, covered with blankets to get him in for free. We had stopped by Walmart on the way there and stocked up on soda and Little Debbie cakes. Plus, the theatre would give you a sheet you could fill out and take to the snack shack, where they would cook you up a Tombstone pizza and bring it to your vehicle. Ah, good times. Now if I could take back having seen the double bill of Under Siege 2 and Batman Forever.
Being taken to see the original KING KONG on a saturday morning matinee in the 1970's and leaving the cinema in floods of tears at the fate of that poor ape, which never asked to be taken to New York in the first place.
1982. A friend and I are sitting in the front row of our local theatre to see Wrath of Khan. The whole movie we were just blown away. Then, it happens. Two six-year-old boys brought to tears at the death of Spock. Our half-Vulcan compatriot who we both adored. My favorite character in all of Star Trek. His sacrifice, Kirk's reaction, the funeral, and Scotty playing Amazing Grace on the bagpipes. It was the first time I cried in the theatre.