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I remember why...
2025-09-18
Chomp. Chomp. Chomp. Munch. Munch. Munch. Shuffle. Shuffle. Shuffle. More chomping and more chomping, followed by incessant talking.
I shall never forget the last experience at my local favorite repertoire theatre, the ByTowne Cinema. I had gone to see Francis Ford Coppola's film, Youth Without Youth. Primarily, the theatre was filled with adults and I use this term loosely because for more than one moment, I felt like I was sitting with teenagers. The short attention spans of many people translates into an inability to sit still for more than twenty minutes, without having to get up, go to the counter and refill their popcorn box. The sounds of people stuffing their mouths with popcorn and chewing with open mouths, as well as the constant chatter was enough to turn me into a Nazi. Going to the theatre is easily the one venue where I'll become inspired to want to think like a Nazi. It doesn't sound very good to use this term, nor to acknowledge that my thinking can sometimes lean toward this extreme. But there it is.
When I sit in a theatre, after shelling out my coin, I'd like to be able to enjoy the entertainment without the extra-distractions of people unable to sit still, to stop from chattering with each other. It's enough to make me want to slap an arm-band around my arm with clear and bold lettering to read: Theatre Police. Give me a rigid cane and I would have gone up to each person making unnecessary noise and rap them on the knees. We all know the Nazis were ultimately doomed to failure because the pursuit of excellence and superiority is destined to fail, given that humans are imperfect beings. The Nazis believed that by eradicating undesirables they could make the world a better place. The irony was surely lost on them that they became the undesirables. Trouble is the rest of the world wouldn't mesh nor would they stand by idly and watch as millions were treated like caged animals before being gassed. This ideology of neo-Fascism thrives today in some countries, particularly with civil wars being the norm as political sects fight for supremacy. As much as I am logically aware of this, sometimes I can relate to the emotional need to control people.
The noise, people, the noise in theatres is a detriment to enjoying the feature. You don't need to chat incessantly with your partner next to you, nor do you have to chomp on popcorn like a cow chewing its cud. Eat quietly and shut the phuck up! Why not show some respect for the artists who created this piece of art that is flashing on the screen before you. Is it not the reason why you went to the movies in the first place, to get away from being at home?
When I lived a mere three-minute walk away from the ByTowne Theatre, I went to movies once a week, typically on the weekend, a Saturday afternoon feature when the crowds were less noisy and thick, owing to people having a long list of things to do because it was Saturday, after all, the day following the work week. I always sat in the last row, the aisle seat to allow me to make a hasty exit, if and when I had to get out as soon as possible. Choosing a seat when the theatre is empty is the easiest of them all, yet some persons will choose the seat directly in front of you, even when the theatre is empty. Why? I'm glad I'm asking myself this question. They choose this seat because inside their head, there is barely enough room for themselves, and little to no room for anyone else.
There. It's highly cathartic to purge negative thoughts, if only to air them in a random blog post, such as this wee tired has been delivered. 😆I feel more human already. No arms bands were hurt in the writing of this post, nor were any knee-caps re-capped with a cane.
As for the movie, Francis Ford Coppola attempted to tackle that most tricky of subjects: dialectics, which is the art of investigating the truth by way of logical discussion. The lead actor, Tim Roth, was a treat to watch, as I've enjoyed his brilliant acting for many years. However, I finished this film with an even more confused notion of time and memory but then I like to believe this was the Director's aim, to leave the viewer with much to think about afterward.
The world is rarely explained or shaped into a better picture just because some Nazi, Fascist bastard tells you so.
I shall never forget the last experience at my local favorite repertoire theatre, the ByTowne Cinema. I had gone to see Francis Ford Coppola's film, Youth Without Youth. Primarily, the theatre was filled with adults and I use this term loosely because for more than one moment, I felt like I was sitting with teenagers. The short attention spans of many people translates into an inability to sit still for more than twenty minutes, without having to get up, go to the counter and refill their popcorn box. The sounds of people stuffing their mouths with popcorn and chewing with open mouths, as well as the constant chatter was enough to turn me into a Nazi. Going to the theatre is easily the one venue where I'll become inspired to want to think like a Nazi. It doesn't sound very good to use this term, nor to acknowledge that my thinking can sometimes lean toward this extreme. But there it is.
When I sit in a theatre, after shelling out my coin, I'd like to be able to enjoy the entertainment without the extra-distractions of people unable to sit still, to stop from chattering with each other. It's enough to make me want to slap an arm-band around my arm with clear and bold lettering to read: Theatre Police. Give me a rigid cane and I would have gone up to each person making unnecessary noise and rap them on the knees. We all know the Nazis were ultimately doomed to failure because the pursuit of excellence and superiority is destined to fail, given that humans are imperfect beings. The Nazis believed that by eradicating undesirables they could make the world a better place. The irony was surely lost on them that they became the undesirables. Trouble is the rest of the world wouldn't mesh nor would they stand by idly and watch as millions were treated like caged animals before being gassed. This ideology of neo-Fascism thrives today in some countries, particularly with civil wars being the norm as political sects fight for supremacy. As much as I am logically aware of this, sometimes I can relate to the emotional need to control people.
The noise, people, the noise in theatres is a detriment to enjoying the feature. You don't need to chat incessantly with your partner next to you, nor do you have to chomp on popcorn like a cow chewing its cud. Eat quietly and shut the phuck up! Why not show some respect for the artists who created this piece of art that is flashing on the screen before you. Is it not the reason why you went to the movies in the first place, to get away from being at home?
When I lived a mere three-minute walk away from the ByTowne Theatre, I went to movies once a week, typically on the weekend, a Saturday afternoon feature when the crowds were less noisy and thick, owing to people having a long list of things to do because it was Saturday, after all, the day following the work week. I always sat in the last row, the aisle seat to allow me to make a hasty exit, if and when I had to get out as soon as possible. Choosing a seat when the theatre is empty is the easiest of them all, yet some persons will choose the seat directly in front of you, even when the theatre is empty. Why? I'm glad I'm asking myself this question. They choose this seat because inside their head, there is barely enough room for themselves, and little to no room for anyone else.
There. It's highly cathartic to purge negative thoughts, if only to air them in a random blog post, such as this wee tired has been delivered. 😆I feel more human already. No arms bands were hurt in the writing of this post, nor were any knee-caps re-capped with a cane.
As for the movie, Francis Ford Coppola attempted to tackle that most tricky of subjects: dialectics, which is the art of investigating the truth by way of logical discussion. The lead actor, Tim Roth, was a treat to watch, as I've enjoyed his brilliant acting for many years. However, I finished this film with an even more confused notion of time and memory but then I like to believe this was the Director's aim, to leave the viewer with much to think about afterward.
The world is rarely explained or shaped into a better picture just because some Nazi, Fascist bastard tells you so.
