Sunday, January 29, 2006

Why I'm glad I don't carry a gun

Went to see Brokeback Mountain this afternoon. It's a wonderful movie--great characters, touching story line, visually sumptuous. I was thoroughly engaged. The only unpleasant part was the presence of two old hens directly in back of me.

They whooped and cackled at every exposed breast or butt. They tsk-tsked at each utterance of the f-word. They gasped loudly at the sex, be it hetereosexual or homosexual (despite the fact that the latter was surely what brought them there). Worst of all, they laughed at the most inappropriate times. Near the end, one scene had me in tears and the two old bats in titters.

It was all I could do not to trip them on their way out. I refer you to the title of this post.

2 comments:

crystal said...

I haven't seen the movie yet, but it got very good reviews. This takes me back - I used to work at a movie theater, selling tickets - free popcorn :-)

brain bubbles said...

this cracked me up (and made me glad you don't carry a firearm)

p.s. the least you could have done is stab an "over the shoulder and don't you know you're annoying me?" look at them - for the rest of us in the theater - but the image of tripping them will have to do for now, I suppose

thanks for the giggle