A couple of months ago I saw Minority Report at my local multiplex cinema. Before the movie there was the customary show of trailers and the trailer for Road To Perdition came on. Now, I was mildly interested until I noticed that it was directed by Sam Mendes, the (IMO) genuis behind American Beauty which is a movie which (and you may laugh) changed the way I view the world and the people in it. Even though the guy has only made one movie, I am a fan of his work. If I ever met the guy I’d probably tell him how much of an impact his work has made on my life thus far. He certainly wouldn’t be paying for his drinks that night. As such, as soon as I knew he directed Road to Perdition I set my heart on seeing it the day it came out.
So, on the first day it is released I go to my local multiplex to see the first showing. I went with my dad. I sit down and after the trailers the movie begins.
The credits roll, Tom Hanks, Paul Newman, Jude Law… Then it happens. One row back from me.
“Who’s Jude Law?”
“He’s an actor”
“I know that. Has he been in anything I would have seen?”
I turn round and there’s this old married couple behind me. They are the one’s who are making the noise. No biggie, it’s only the opening credits. At this moment I am not in the least bit annoyed. However, it served as a chilling portent for things to come.
They talked all the way through then entire fucking movie. The bitch even had a bag of sweets in a crunchy bag which she kept dipping into during the brief intervals where her mouth wasn’t otherwise occupied with talking.
A few other gems were
“Ooh, that looks just like cousin John”
“Cars like those (The cars in the movie are authentic to the time peroid, 1931) would be worth a fortune these days.”
“Is that Jude Law there?”
“Is that the little boy driving the car?” (when it couldn’t possibly be anyone else - you’ll see what I mean when you see the movie).
“I’m sure I’ve got a cold coming on”
And quite a few other pointless meanderings that had absolutely nothing to do with the plot of the film
There were also a lot of 'Who’s that?‘s’ and ‘Whadiddysay’s?’ as well.
There was also a lot of background babble which was clearly audible but I was unable to make out the words.
Now, I shushed them quite loudly about 20 minutes from the end. The old man turned nasty and called me a fucking idiot. I responded by telling them that they could expect nothing less if they insisted on chit chatting through the entire movie.
The woman then came forward and said rather angrily that she was ‘a bit deaf’ and had trouble following the story.
I responded by asking her why she was even there if she didn’t have a hope of understanding the movie and I suggested she might like to wait until the video came out.
My dad hurriedly assured her that everything was ok and she sat back down.
Now, given that she was a bit deaf I have wondered as to whether or not I was out of line in shushing the pair of them. I had guessed she was probably hard of hearing before doing the shushing. Perhaps I should have cut some slack.
Then I thought, no. I live with my parents and my grandmother who is also hard of hearing. I would never dream of bring my gran along to the movies because she’d keep asking what was going on and our conversation would annoy the piss out of those around us.
Secondly a significant proportion of what this old woman said could never have arisen from any difficulty in understanding the film due to her disability. Stuff like “Ooh, that looks just like cousin John” for instance. Would she have kept that to herself if her hearing was more acute? No. She was just being inconsiderate. Who gives a fuck if one of the characters looks like her cousin? Certainly not me at any rate, and certainly none of the other patrons who had paid to watch the movie as opposed to listening to her inanities.
I still feel a little bad, however. Was I wrong to shush them?