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Ain't it great when things are goin' your way?
Okay. Just got back from 'The Others'. Apparently Tom and Nicole are getting on well enough to make movies together--he's on the production end of this film. And if it hasn't been spoiled for you already, go see it. It's got one of those 'The Fallen' style plotlines. Plus all three trailers I saw kicked ass, so I'm mighty stoked. The Musketeer, Count of Monte Cristo and whatever the hell the next John Cusak film is--I'm there on a triple play. The first two also fired me up for this (either Victorian or Elizabethan) Secret Agent game that's been lurking in the back of my head for the past few weeks. James Bond and League of Extraordinary Gentlemen or Christopher Marlowe. Mmmm.
But. I didn't come here to tell you that story. I told you that story to tell you this story.
There is something I like to call the 'Living Room Phenomenon'. This is some brain injury that causes people to threat the WHOLE FREAKING WORLD as if it was their living room at home. Concerts, theatres, cinemas... especially cinemas. The lights go down, and that giant glowing television turns on, and suddenly the whole damn arena turns into a giant sofa. At today's particular showing, to choose a more atrocious than usual example, people tromped (not walked. tromped) up and down the aisles throughout the film. People dashed back and forth and shouted in the back hall. People chatted with each other in their seats. And, I swear to God, I counted eight different rings including the Entertainer, Bach and the Pac-Man theme on various and sundry cel phones. Many of them tromped down the aisle to take their calls outside, but at least one person took the call in their seat.
What possesses these people? What are they *thinking*? What possible thought processes could be going through their brains to convince them 'hey. This is perfectly acceptible behaviour.'
If you have any ideas, shout them out.
But. I didn't come here to tell you that story. I told you that story to tell you this story.
There is something I like to call the 'Living Room Phenomenon'. This is some brain injury that causes people to threat the WHOLE FREAKING WORLD as if it was their living room at home. Concerts, theatres, cinemas... especially cinemas. The lights go down, and that giant glowing television turns on, and suddenly the whole damn arena turns into a giant sofa. At today's particular showing, to choose a more atrocious than usual example, people tromped (not walked. tromped) up and down the aisles throughout the film. People dashed back and forth and shouted in the back hall. People chatted with each other in their seats. And, I swear to God, I counted eight different rings including the Entertainer, Bach and the Pac-Man theme on various and sundry cel phones. Many of them tromped down the aisle to take their calls outside, but at least one person took the call in their seat.
What possesses these people? What are they *thinking*? What possible thought processes could be going through their brains to convince them 'hey. This is perfectly acceptible behaviour.'
If you have any ideas, shout them out.
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They drive me /mad/. How can this not occur to them? After the fourth or fifth phone call I wanted a baseball bat.
Wow. Quick turnaround time on that comment. (:
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(Anonymous) 2001-08-15 10:37 am (UTC)(link)we thought you were so hard on us
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(Anonymous) 2001-08-15 01:52 pm (UTC)(link)The question of the coursening of society and degradement of civilization has troubled me lately. It's nice to know that there are others out there who feel similarly.
Moral: Never go to the movie theatre again.
Moral?