If you’re like me, you’ve spent the better part of today trying to make sense of what happened in Aurora, Colorado in the early morning hours at a midnight screening of the Dark Knight Rises. You’ve turned to CNN. You’ve tweeted and retweeted updates, breaking news, painful details, and most importantly; heartbreaking tales of those lost.
But twenty four hours later – it still seems terribly hard to understand why something like this could ever and would ever happen.
As a movie-obsessed, self-declared fangirl to the core – I was at the midnight showing in Moncton last night, donning my Catwoman ears with pride amongst the other diehard Batman fans in the city. It was a great crowd. Fanboys. Fangirls. Some families. I was there with a great friend. There was popcorn. There were smiles. There was excited flailing and memorable reactions. I came home, on what I can only describe a post-movie blissful high.
I mean – OMG that movie.
I also sat down to write this post then. Because thoughts – I had them.
But I didn’t. And I’m glad I didn’t.
Because as much as I’d love to talk about how epic it was (non-spoilery of course) – it can wait. Just like Box Office reports from this weekend can – hats off to Warner Brothers for the compassionate gesture.
Why? Because while I had the perfect Dark Knight Rises midnight experience. Others didn’t.
I think Christopher Nolan said it best.
“The movie theatre is my home, and the idea that someone would violate that innocent and hopeful place in such an unbearably savage way is devastating to me.”
Going to the movies should be magical. Every time. Not tragic.
So this weekend – if you choose to go see the Dark Knight Rises, which, you ALL should because did I mention it’s EPIC?
Please Remember Aurora.
I know they’re in my heart and prayers.
Want to help but don’t know how?
Huffington Post has created a fund to help victims found HERE