Friday Night at the Movies

This Capital Times gig is prov­ing more fun than a bar­rel of mon­keys. I’m fall­ing in love with cinema all over again. What I’m not fall­ing in love with are cinemas them­selves – or should that be some cinemas. Or, more spe­cific­ally, some people in some cinemas.

Tonight at World Trade Centre in Readings 3 I had the mis­for­tune to sit next to three people who simply would not shut up. Supposedly witty com­ments sprinkled lib­er­ally through­out the film meant I would hap­pily have slapped them upside the head with my note­book. However, they paid for their tick­et and I did­n’t so …

And as for Brick in Cinema 7 later tonight: what is it with people tex­ting dur­ing a film? Little blue lights every­where, like little glow-worms in a cave. One young woman left to answer her phone but actu­ally answered it before she got out of the cinema!

It will be a while before I brave Readings again on a Friday night. I’m plan­ning a trip out to the new cinemas that have opened in the last 12 months (Village Queensgate and Lighthouse Pautahanui) so I can see wheth­er stand­ards are any dif­fer­ent out of town.