An amusing anecdote on the movie theater. I went to see a double feature recently of THE JUDGE and GONE GIRL. Both were really great movies; nice to see adult dramas on the big screen again. GONE GIRL was very dark, original, and funny to me. I was very audible during the screening, hooting, hollering on occasion, and even howling with sinister laughs. After the movie, the woman in her late 50’s behind me tapped me on the shoulder and said “[i]Excuse me, sir.[/i]” My initial thought was, this old bitty was about to reem me for having a dark sense of humor, or for being calloused for relishing in the evil these fictional characters portrayed. So I was bracing myself.
She went on to say “[i]I just wanted to let you know. I haven’t enjoyed watching someone else enjoying a movie like that in years. It was a lot of fun to see a movie with you.[/i]”
This blew my mind.
It goes along with my hypothesis, and partial premise of my new book (that I’ve only been working on for several years with very little writing actually occurring); Movies are meant to be a communal, shared experience. The best way to see a movie is with an amped up, excited crowd. As an audience, we incite and inform each other. Our non-verbal energy manipulate each other and we take on a hive-like mentality when we sit in a dark room with a bunch of strangers.
Hey lady, thank you for the best compliment of the year.
“Little by little the night turns around.
Counting the leaves which tremble at dawn”
– Pink Floyd