by Me_Grimlock_King » Tue Jul 10, 2007 6:53 am
This seems like the one community I can get away with relating this tale with the least amount of ridicule. I was reminded of it when I went to see the new Transformers movie (which I still have very mixed feelings about). I'd also love to hear anyone else's stories about the subject (I tried to find a thread with this subject-ish, and failed to do so. So I hope I'm not going to cause any trouble by starting this one). I know I'm new around here, but I'm really getting into the idea of a TF fan community...for so many years, it was just me and my buddy Tom.
I was in a movie theater, filled with dozens of other screaming children. I was six, and my grandfather drove over an hour and a half with me to get to the one "nearby" theater that was playing it. My grandfather used to watch Transformers with me...it was one of our bonding things.
So, the scene where the shuttle lands and Optimus comes out and says, "Megatron must be stopped...no matter the cost." Well, let me tell you...not a kid sat still. We were all jumping up and down on our chairs, howling with joy as Optimus ran Decepticons down, then rocketed into the air to transform...even my grandfather let loose a hoot and we high-fived triumphantly. Grimlock was my favorite (I had a thing for dinosaurs), but let's be serious. Every kid LOVED Prime. Even when it looked like Prime was down for the count, he came back and clobbered Megatron. It was the greatest thing I'd ever seen.
Then, cheering and jumping up and down turned into wide-eyed horror. I've still never seen such an instantaneous mood change come over a group of people at once. There he was, Optimus Prime, laying on his deathbed. Even through teary eyes, I remember thinking, "He'll be fine. He'll be fine." Then he turned grey, and it was over. I just sort of watched the rest of the movie in a daze. Even my grandfather seemed depressed. He liked Optimus because he sounded like John Wayne.
When we got home, my mom asked how the movie was, and my grandfather goes, "Not now, Janet.", pops a tape in the VCR, and sat on the couch with me in his lap and we watched the episodes we had been taping to make ourselves feel better.
A lame story, I know. But it was one of the last times my grandfather was healthy that I can remember. Not too long after that, he had a heart attack, then and life just wasn't the same. So I like to remember him as the happy, indestructable man who hooted and high-fived me, and drove an hour and a half just so I could see a movie.