Why oh why, every once in a while, am I tempted by my family to think that going to the pictures will be fun? On a Friday night, at a large cine complex, packed to the rafters with noisy yobby misfits?.....it was never going to go well.
Yes, before I am shouted at by any passing reader, I am well aware that me and the mister and our son and dil were also there but...purleese...some of the cinemagoers there tonight were ...well.....I do struggle for words to describe them.....
From the outset, I was only going to please my family....they all love horror, and wanted to see 'Insidious'...not a genre of film I really like, but I wanted to join in and show willing so off we went.
The film was not great, and owes a big debt to Poltergeist, although once or twice the 'coming up any minute, get ready, we are signposting it.....THERE you go...the scary bit' did cause an oooh or an aah from us.....but on the whole I was stifling yawns and paying more attention to the furniture (how old does that make me now? let me guess...PENSIONER old..) in that I found myself thinking 'that lamp is nice...maybe they should move the chair to another spot in the room...lovely floor..' so I wasn't really engaged with the film.
And the whole time I am conscious that my husband is teetering on the edge of causing mayhem in the place by wanting to stand up and shout 'shut the fuck up!!' at the constant talkers. Ho Hum.......truly am in grumpy old lady territory now eh?
I like my film viewing at home on hookey dvds with my feet up and my comfy clothes on and no coughing or shouting or idiot strangers shouting out to ruin the experience..........
Anti social? well maybe I am...........got a PROBLEM WITH THAT??????? .....see, behaviour breeds behaviour.