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The Namesake
I was a sucker for the trailer and went to see this movie on that alone. I had every intention of staying for the whole movie. But that wasn't going to be.
About half-way through the movie, when the two teenagers are taken to India, and they're in the taxi, looking out the taxi window at the bright lights of India, well, precisely at that point, the whole moviehouse went dark. The movie, the lights, the sound, everything.
And the whole audience (me included) just sat there. It's like in the beginning of a movie, when the sound and picture are out of sync, everybody just sits there, waiting for someone else to fetch the staff. It was like that. We sat in darkness.
Finally, about (what seemed) five minutes later, someone opened the door to the theater and said in a low, mumbled voice, "Blah blah blah" and then he departed.
I turned to the cute guy next to me and said, "What'd he say?", and he didn't know either. But, somehow, one by one, people got up and started heading out of the room, via the emergency exit.
So, like sheep, we dumbly followed each other into the secret fire escape, the exit with no lighting, down down down the pitch black staircase.
At first I was concerned, then scared, then mad as I walked down the secret pitch black staircase. I had visions of someone tripping. Namely, me. It's not as if I hadn't ever tripped off the Tube before and broken my arm or anything. But that's another story.
When we finally were herded out into the daylight of Piccadilly, we still didn't know what was happening. Finally one guy (not even a member of staff) said that there was a blackout. Then, some popcorn salesgirl came and told us that the moviehouse wouldn't be re-opening and that we could come back tomorrow and see the movie again.
It was all very vague, in the vague way that information in Britain is often delivered. (Don't get me started; it drives me bananas.)
Of course I never saw the second half of the movie. Mainly because I'm not willing to sit through the first half again. And they won't let me just pop into the moviehouse mid-way through the movie: I already asked: they say it would disrupt the viewing experience of those already there.
I see. As if my viewing experience wasn't already majorly disrupted?
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