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.