Audience Behaviour

There are those stories of when motion pictures first started out. When the local town hall would show a silent film accompanied by Gladys, the church’s organ player improvising a piano soundtrack. There’d be a shot of a train coming towards the camera and terrified first-time viewers would run screaming from the room convinced that the train was coming straight for them.

Oh, we can laugh and think now naive movie-viewing audiences were back then, but things haven’t totally changed all that much.

I found myself at a midnight screening of “Ever After”, a retelling of the Cinderella story. A young man, sitting near me appeared to be extremely involved in the film.

At first it appeared that he couldn’t handle the basic essence of a fairy tale, in that it’s told in an over-the-top melodramatic fashion. The good are very good, and the bad are very bad.

As a result of this, he made little comments to his friend whenever things got emotional on the screen. The comments were also made whenever Drew Barrymore’s cleavage was seen.

I told him to be quiet, and thankfully he was. But it didn’t stop.

He think became hyper-involved with the film. In one scene, the wicked stepsister make a nasty remark about Cinderella’s mother, Cinderella punched her, and overcome with emotion, this fellow burst into spontaneous applause.

Another time the wicked stepmother said to the other stepsister that it didn’t matter what she wore to the ball because “You’re only there for the food.” To this the guy went, “Oooooh!”

It took all the self-control I could muster not to dish out some punishment.

I once read that audience behaviour changed after the advent of home video viewing. In the comfort of your own home, it’s quite all right to make hilarious comments about the film you’re watching, to hide under the couch when things get scary, or to start a “USA! USA!” chant when Bruce Willis blows some shit up.

But when you’re in a public movie theatre, it can sometimes be hard for some people to remember that there may be other people who are here for hot movie action, not for your comments, gasps, jokes, and certainly can figure things out on their own and do not require you to make statements such as “Oh, he was in on it right from the beginning!” or “Ahhh… she’s going to kill him now!”

Just sit back, relax, watch the film, and realise that it is a work of fiction. Otherwise don’t act too surprised if someone in the row behind you dumps the ice from her coke down the back your shirt.

Il Porno

My parents just got back from a holiday in Italy. When they were taking time out from doing the usual tourist stuff, i.e. visiting old things, they watched a bit of television.

My mother send me a couple of e-mails describing two of the more entertaining shows they’d seen, and I thought I’d share them with y’all.

We saw what we thought was an interesting game show, so we watched it. Let me introduce the main players.

Compere – A forty-ish overweight man with a mo, the entertainment officer on a cruise type.

Setting – The deck of a ship, complete with deck chairs and a fruit machine, and a couple of platforms.

The rest of the cast – 6 lovely ladies in skimpy costumes, they were the colours of the fruit on the fruit machine, and they had little fruit symbols on their costumes.

The main contestants – Carla and Leopold.

Secondary contestants – Four lovely ladies. These four ladies were wearing identical outfits consisting of tight fitting short black sparkling dress, bra, stockings, knickers, suspender belt and a lovely pill box hat. The hats were in a different colour for each lovely lady. They were also wearing black shoes.

There was a lot of chat between the compere and Carla and Leopold. Once or twice they pulled the handle of the fruit machine. When this happened the lovely ladies clapped and laughed and then they all bared their boobs to the camera. Their tops were boned or wired so that they could just pull them open and then they would close back again. It was difficult to tell what all the chat was about.

After a few minutes, Carla went up onto the platform and did a strip tease. She could not reach her zip on the back of her dress, so one of the lovely ladies undid it for her, ditto her suspender belt. She jiggled away and when her act was finished she went off and was given a dressing gown to put on. Then Leopold took centre stage, and he did a strip act too. He wasn’t very good, he did things like trying to take his shirt off when he still had his bow tie on. He took off his shirt and he appeared to be wearing a grey cotton t shirt under it. This turned out to be an all in one neck to knee job which stayed on. He was also given a dressing gown to put on. Leopold and Carla earned more points or dollars depending on how much they took off.

Next it was the turn of the hat ladies. They appeared to be trainee strippers, and each one in turn came on stage and did her little act. They also had to have one of the fruit ladies to assist. They all stripped down to stockings, knickers, and most important of all, THEY KEPT THEIR HATS ON.

I was so pleased that they were demonstrating a little bit of modesty. As each of these four finished their strip, they went to the back of the stage and jiggled away in time to the music, no dressing gowns for them. Of course through all this we kept getting boob shows from all the fruit ladies.

Then it all appeared to be over. The compere said his little bit and all the credits flashed up on the screen. But the finale was yet to come. A new lovely lady came on and she seemed to be the numero uno of the show. She put on a very professional strip where she ended up with everything off, (I can’t recall whether she had a hat or not) Mind you some camera angles were a bit fuzzy, but then so was she. All in all, an interesting evenings entertainment.

On our last morning in Venice I was surfing the channels and I came across the home shopping channel. (This was 6.15 am.) There was a stripper on the screen provocatively stripping to slow music, and across the bottom of the screen was a phone number which I presume you call for telephone titillation. But the strangest thing of all was in the top left hand corner of the screen in quite large print was the message VERY SEXY BLOB I cannot imagine what they were intending to say, boob, boobs, body?? It finished as 6.30 and the channel reverted to more mundane home shopping. I assume the lovely ladies had been stripping all night.

Horror

I can handle most film genres. Even westerns (High Noon is the funky shit). But I have to draw the line at horror films. I just don’t like them.

I’ve seen Friday The 13th, and the Evil Dead trilogy, and caught a few snippets of other horror films on TV, but there’s no way I’d see a horror film by choice.

I guess the thing I don’t like is all the tension. Build-up and release, build-up and release. But it’s not even good. Not even Scream appeals to me. I don’t think I’d get the in-jokes because I wasn’t there the first time around.

For me, horror films are not horrifying. But I’ll tell you what is.

It’s a film called Sex. It was made in 1978 and stars a geriatric Mae West (she was 85 years old) playing a newlywed. Her husband is played by 32 year old Timothy Dalton. That in itself is pretty terrifying, but it’s only the surface.

The basic story is, Mae West’s character, a multiple divorcee has recently married. She’s at a hotel on their honeymoon, which is also hosting a political conference. Some ambassador type person is a former husband of hers, and she’s asked to seduce him into agreeing to something. She doesn’t want to, but in the end she gives in.

It gets worse. It’s a musical.

None of the music is original. In one scene, Dom DeLuise dances atop a grand piano while singing The Beatles’ “Honey Pie.” Why? God knows.

The show stopper is the, er, tender moment where Timothy Dalton sings “Love will keep us together” (originally by Captain and Tenille) to Mae while she contributes “No, stop” in appropriate moments.

Now about Miss West. When she was younger she was great. She was funny and sexy and had men wrapped around her little finger. In this film she’s 85. She wears slinky gowns. She has long blonde hair which has got to be a wig. She’s old and wrinkled and and saggy and looks like Dr Phibes (now that was actually a pretty good horror movie).

The movie ends with her resolving all issues with her previous lovers. Timothy, who is an English lord, has mistakenly thought she’s not interested in him and has gone off to his boat to sulk. He starts quietly singing “Love will keep us together” to himself. Suddenly he hears “No, stop” coming from the bedroom. He investigates and there is his new bride in bed wearing a lacy nightie waiting for her husband. He kisses her… on the cheek.

Then something wonderful happens. The film ends. Yes, thankfully and mercifully we are spared the site of Mae and Timothy gettin’ it on. The closing credits roll over their boat a-chuggin’ down the Thames.

To watch this is a test of human endurance. When I saw it I had glandular fever and just didn’t have the physical strength to walk away or even change channels.

Normal, healthy people attempting to watch this movie should ask themselves, “should I be watching this sober?” The answer is no.

I am warning you. This film is a nightmare.