Post by Eddie Love on Sept 27, 2009 12:18:52 GMT -5
I loved this episode and sent an email detailing some of my issues with the general state of movie-going, but I wanted to share a recent classic example of what's wrong with the current state of affairs.
I went to see the new Jane Campion picture about John Keats Bright Star at the Union Square the other day at a matinee during the week. (They're doing construction on the theater and there was loud drilling and hammering during much of the film's last hour. Nevertheless, we were charged the full $12.50 matinee prices...) Anyway, when this exquisite film sensationally acted by the two leads, esp. Abie Cornish ended there was a placard on the screen saying that Keats died thinking himself a failure but is now considered one of the great Romantic poets. The actor who played Keats is then heard on the soundtrack reciting the poet's work over the end credits. Rather than hearing just regular exit music we get this extra treat that's heard right until the very last Kodak credit. STILL!!, a good half of the audience bolted from their seats the second the credits started. Irony alert! I guess the poet's work still isn't all that appreciated. (Too bad there wasn't a buzzed about cameo from Samuel Jackson as Nick Fury, the crowd might have stuck around.) I mean seriously: WTF! These same people who sat captive 25 minutes to the Regal First Look, couldn't sit for two minutes to digest the work of the subject of the film they've watched for the last two hours? The word that springs to mind is philistine.
I know Derrick likes to go off on these people, but this seemed like a really appalling example of this, extending rudeness not just to their fellow patrons and the filmmakers, but in some way to the film's subject.
I went to see the new Jane Campion picture about John Keats Bright Star at the Union Square the other day at a matinee during the week. (They're doing construction on the theater and there was loud drilling and hammering during much of the film's last hour. Nevertheless, we were charged the full $12.50 matinee prices...) Anyway, when this exquisite film sensationally acted by the two leads, esp. Abie Cornish ended there was a placard on the screen saying that Keats died thinking himself a failure but is now considered one of the great Romantic poets. The actor who played Keats is then heard on the soundtrack reciting the poet's work over the end credits. Rather than hearing just regular exit music we get this extra treat that's heard right until the very last Kodak credit. STILL!!, a good half of the audience bolted from their seats the second the credits started. Irony alert! I guess the poet's work still isn't all that appreciated. (Too bad there wasn't a buzzed about cameo from Samuel Jackson as Nick Fury, the crowd might have stuck around.) I mean seriously: WTF! These same people who sat captive 25 minutes to the Regal First Look, couldn't sit for two minutes to digest the work of the subject of the film they've watched for the last two hours? The word that springs to mind is philistine.
I know Derrick likes to go off on these people, but this seemed like a really appalling example of this, extending rudeness not just to their fellow patrons and the filmmakers, but in some way to the film's subject.
