I wordlessly rested onto a rigid movie theater’s chair, prepared for the new captivating thriller, ‘Blood, Sweat and Jose’. The two immense lamp-black surround-sound speakers beside the massive screen showing the ‘20th Century Fox’ blared its signature music. And yet eager whispers could be harked spreading across the array of moviegoers’ heads like a message in a game of broken telephone. A sense of feverishness inhabited the still air surrounding me. Suddenly, the lights dimmed and the room went pitch-black, making the enthusiasm rise drastically. The people’s eyes widened and brightened while they grinned ear to ear. Abruptly, a seemingly sinister hand appeared before me with its long slender fingers curled and nails topaz at the outskirts. This frozen, woeful image caused some whimpering from toddlers. Naturally, clueless conversations in tight circles began. An unanticipated playing of ‘The Star Spangled Banner’ introduced even more chaotic confusion and if onlookers thought it was going downhill before, it was now going down-steep-mountain. Although the noise from the other members of the audience was intense, one pessimist’s deep gruff voice stood above them all like the CN tower compared to the rest of the skyline. He yelled resoundingly, “Why isn’t the movie starting? We want a movie!” Then, he started chanting, “We want a movie!” Soon after, the rest of the crowd joined in. The enclosure erupted so that pedestrians on the sidewalk outdoors could make out the tumult. Screaming, stomping and chanting filled the room. Some disgusted viewers even tossed drinks and popcorn onto the screen. The pandemonium seemed like a zoo of disturbed animals resided in the rumbling structure. At this point, I exited the theatre, weary of the bedlam. Subsequently, I swiftly entered a different space and was amazed at the peace— totally the opposite of what I saw previously. I was speechless at the reticence of this cinema. In fact, if the motion picture was noiseless one would be able to hear the calm, relaxed breathing of the spectators. I thought the quiescence was unfeasible and there had to be a vacuum draining all the noise out. Then I thought to myself, “Who cares?” and settled into a seat to enjoy the remaining parts of the film.
A story about a relatively grim theater.