From 1998 to 2002, there were many adventures at Mission Valley, a six screen multiplex in Raleigh. Sure, you could go to Imperial, which was closer, but there was an allure to Mission Valley, a theatre I'd been going to since childhood. Maybe the fact that there was a coffee place next door and a Record Exchange next to that. Or the North American Video not far away from the Rock-O-La Cafe, but Mission Valley was our home away from home when The Studio closed*.
At first, it was just that the dimly lit lobby was preferable to the bright, shiny, headache-inducing competition from Park Place 16, the new multiplex with its "stadium seating" and 25 cent summers (although we took advantage of that, too), but Mission Valley also had cheaper tickets, better popcorn, and "bladder busters" - the biggest damned drink cups in town, at a price that beat their megaplex competitors. Situated near NC State's campus, Mission Valley felt like a movie theatre instead of a conglomerated "big box" multiplex, so we gravitated towards it. Mission Valley eventually became the theatre that owners of The Rialto and Colony theatres replaced The Studio with, and while the others lean towards more "art house" fare, Mission Valley provided Hollywood fun at college-friendly prices.
While it's technically out of the year range listed above, I'd like to point out that I saw Last Action Hero at Mission Valley, and at the age of 14, it still seemed odd that the auditorium only had seven people inside (including my brother) on opening day.


There are a jumble of events, some tied to Idle Hands, some to Lethal Weapon 4, that I can't quite disentangle. One of the two resulted in "gum for the peasants," after we found a bin of Wrigley's gum in the lobby and dispensed them to the people waiting in line outside. The other involved a bin full of clown noses and a Patch Adams poster that two people may or may not have tried to swipe, only to stop when the assistant manager yelled "Stop!"

The memories come in fits and spurts: laughing out loud when Keanu Reeves said "Whoa! I know Kung Fu" in The Matrix; spoiling The Phantom Menace for someone by pointing out the fact that since Liam Neeson's character has never been mentioned in any Star Wars film he was going to die; my total disdain for the "kid friendly" tropes of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, where no main character was remotely in danger at any point and the hero murders someone and doesn't think twice about it; realizing that American Pie 2 was a steep drop-off from the first film; and catching a not-even-veiled reference to the film Vanilla Sky was a remake of, Abre los Ojos.

The chatter didn't seem to borrow anyone during Paul "What Script?" Anderson's Resident Evil, a movie only surpassed in its crapitude by Resident Evil: Afterlife; we were not kind, but the film deserved its ridicule. Of course, seeing Resident Evil, Jeepers Creepers, Dungeons and Dragons, The In Crowd, and Highlander: Endgame only strengthened the theory that the Cap'n and friends would go see literally any horrible movie released in theatres (which, for 2000-2002 was probably true).

I still don't know who picked Idle Hands, but for once, it wasn't me.
* The Studio, as I might have mentioned, was the closest thing Raleigh had to a "Grindhouse" theatre when I was a teenager. It was there I saw Trainspotting, Trees Lounge, The Faculty, and The Funeral.
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