I think I’ve
written about this before, but I simply need to know again: What is it with
people talking in theatres?
I mean, is nothing sacred anymore? Should I just sit there while everyone acts like they are sitting in the privacy of their own homes commenting on a TV show, instead of a public place where other people are trying to enjoy the movie?
As Firefly
so brilliantly teaches us, there is a special hell reserved for people who talk
in the theatres.

A (good)
movie is a form of escapism. It provides us with about two hours of fun in
which we get to be someone else and not worry about our own problems. Even as a
kid I loved that feeling a good movie could give you, walking down the stairs
to the exit, feeling for a moment longer like you were the hero of the movie and just did all those kick-ass
stunts or delivered that clever dialogue. And whenever I see someone whip out
their phone twenty times an hour, horror images from 1984, Fahrenheit 451,
Feed, A Brave New World and several Doctor Who episodes featuring the Cybermen
come to mind. And I wonder how much of those novels is still completely
fiction. What is so important that it couldn’t wait two hours? Are they really
so addicted to their phones that they don’t even notice?

Then there
are the people who just comment constantly on what is being said, in a voice
loud enough so that the whole theatre will be able to hear them. Only a few
days ago I went to see Last Vegas with my mother and this guy next to me kept
on commenting on EVERY JOKE. Instead of laughing, like a normal human being he
kept on shouting things like “Oh that’s good. That there is brilliant, who
wrote this. That is quality work” etc. Etc. Etc. That’s just as bad as being
one of those people who keep saying “LOL” or “That’s so funny” instead of
giving you a chuckle. Still, I could live with it. But to top it up he then
started to have this whole loud conversation with his girlfriend, while I tried
to actually hear what was being said on
screen.
After a while I got too pissed off to enjoy the movie so I tapped him on the shoulder and asked him to be quiet. The same thing happened that usually happen when I ask this, mostly in the silent compartment of trains: *eyes widen like they had no idea other people could also hear their raised voices and they weren’t living in a private glass bubble* (Reminds me of people who say bad things on twitter about @someone and then are surprised when they find out) “Oh I’m sorry. Sure!” and then turn to the girlfriend to say in a very loud whisper that I want them to be quiet.
After a while I got too pissed off to enjoy the movie so I tapped him on the shoulder and asked him to be quiet. The same thing happened that usually happen when I ask this, mostly in the silent compartment of trains: *eyes widen like they had no idea other people could also hear their raised voices and they weren’t living in a private glass bubble* (Reminds me of people who say bad things on twitter about @someone and then are surprised when they find out) “Oh I’m sorry. Sure!” and then turn to the girlfriend to say in a very loud whisper that I want them to be quiet.

And don’t get
me started on people who walk about several times to go to the bathroom, get a
snack etc. etc. Especially since in the Netherlands there is a 15 minute break
in between the movie! I swear if I had a remote to pause the film every time
something like this happened, I would still be in there now…
What cinema
horror stories do you have? Or do you think talking at a cinema should be
allowed? Let me know!
And as always, keep writing!
Xx
Noortje
And as always, keep writing!
Xx
Noortje
Ps. Yes I
use movies and cinema and theatre. I always speak a mix of American and British
which really messes up my grammar! In the Netherlands we call it ‘Naar de film
gaan” (or bioscoop) aka “going to the films.”
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