Recently I had a run-in with a bored crowd of giggling, stereotypical teenagers with cell phones, having a field day in first row, at the expence of the brilliant “Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind”. Initially they were infuriating, but the experience wasn’t uniquely spoiled until they were backed by a bunch of enthusiastic clappers, spontaineously erupting in a cascade of encouragement to Jim Carreys first kiss with Kate Winslet. From that point on the audience were divided like a country on the verge of civil war. But, alas, the angry shushing, the wrinkled eyebrows and the occasional angry remark from me and the other angry filmbuffs, were drowned by a tidal wave of insubstantial crap and misplaced selfrighteousness.
I’ve been to a number of concerts and events where silent reverie is equally vital as in “Eternal sunshine…”. Jazz, classical, poetry, filmclubs, and the theatre to name some of them, where I’ve never had similar problems.
The key, I think, is that Joe Public doesn’t feel at home in “high culture” enviroments, he might even be hostile to them, and therefore proves unwilling to let himself go. To “be his own man”, to “be himself”, at his most charming. As opposed to the movies, which is practically his arena. Going to the movies is second nature to him, and therefore he displays his true nature, to the utter distaste of the enthusiast, who believes such demeanor is best reserved for classics like “The girl next door” or “Dr. Doolittle 2”.
The gigglers, who can either be irritating or welcome depending on the circumstance, are a special breed. As I have come to understand them, they are mostly people who have seen too many movies to belong in the mainstream market, but still participate from habit, boredom or the occational sparkle of a brilliant blockbuster. They can seem out of place, but I mostly forgive them since I occationally am among them. The truly annoying ones, are the teenage gigglers and the irratic (hmm… Why am I here? Am I nervous? How should I conduct myself in a place like this hmm?) gigglers. The teenagers are busy with their own scheme, they are impossible to understand. (“IMPOSSIBLE, IMPOSSIBLE I tell you!!!”) The irratic ones are equally difficult. And that is why they are annoying. They don’t relate to you. They seem out of place.
Ooh. This proved to be a long one. Perhaps I should stop now, before this becomes a bad thesis.[/u][/quote]