It’s so different, going to the movies here! Things have changed — when did this business begin of showing TV previews for 15 minutes prior to the film? Why am I paying for a theater ticket so that I can be bombarded with ads for TV shows I’m never going to watch?
On the other hand, there are lots of trailers, which is great fun. In Portugal (or at least, in the theaters we go to), we only see one or two. So far as I’m concerned, the more the merrier.
But on the third hand, Portugal has intermissions. I miss intermissions. It’s so…civilized, being able to get up and stretch and visit the restroom halfway through. It gives you a chance to chat with your companions about the film so far, and make predictions about what’s to come. It also gives you the ability to drink without worrying about spending the last hour of the film with your legs tightly crossed.
At any rate, let me just state for the record that “The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel” is a wonderful film, filled to the rafters with some of the finest actors in the profession. Nor are they wasted; the dialogue gives them a great deal to work with, and work they do. They were a delight to watch.
But it’s not “The Avengers,” which probably explains why our theater looked like a large meeting of the Red Hat Society. Rarely have I seen so much gray and silver! I’m in my mid-40s and was almost certainly the youngest person in the audience. Given that I live with an 11-year-old and am subjected to any and all superhero films, which are invariably packed with kids, it was rather a nice change.
Of course, I also saw “The Avengers” on Monday — and was among the eldest people there. It’s all relative, isn’t it?