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Sitting it out

8 June, 2014

I spend a lot of time at the cinema. I’m there pretty much every week and quite often I work out the times of the showings so that I can see two or even three in a row. Four is my record. I’m usually on my own. Not because I don’t know other people who might like to go, but mainly because I like being in the cinema on my own. You don’t have to share your sweets, you don’t have that awkward elbow stand-off on the shared armrest, you don’t have anyone talking during the film.

And sometimes I end up watching a film I’m not enjoying. It may start off well, making me laugh, gasp or care, but not every film is a winner and by about halfway I am checking my watch, looking around me to see if any of the ceiling bulbs need replacing, generally thinking this is not what I had hoped for, and maybe it’s time I left.

There is nothing stopping me gathering my stuff and just walking out. Literally nothing – I always sit on the aisle (usually in the same seat) so I can just go. But I don’t. I try to make the best of it by deconstructing the plot, working out what the writer had in mind when this event happened. I look at the scenery, the way the camera is moving, how and why the scene changes, try to learn the director’s intentions and how the film was made. Sometimes I even pretend I am at the premiere of a film I have written and I imagine how it would be to see it on the screen for the first time.

And if that gets dull after a while, then I just sit it out. In the dark, not enjoying what is being presented to me, aware that I have the option of leaving. I even consider leaving, I imagine standing, walking, being somewhere else. Nobody would mind, nobody would care. Apart from the few people close to me who might be aware of a rustling of bag and a few footsteps as I made my way out, it would go unnoticed. Perhaps as I slipped silently through the foyer the cashier would see me go and realise I hadn’t been there for the length of the show and wonder what had made me give up on it so soon.


From → Blogging, My Head

  1. I love this peek inside your head.

  2. Why do I feel like there is more to this than just going to movies. Maybe I’m reading into it though.

  3. Ok now you’ve got me considering bravery…

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