I went to see the movie Leap Year this past Sunday night and was disappointed with the dialog in the movie and in the audience behind me. An older woman with a loud screechy voice that was a perfect complement to the actress’s grating voice, had a propensity for providing a blow-by-blow description of what was going on in the scene and what would happen next.
No, she didn’t have a copy of the script or a pirated version of the film. I don’t know who would want one. She simply liked to guess the outcome of every scene before it occurred, while the rest of us in the audience waited for the film to melt or the credits to roll, which ever came first. Unfortunately, the credits won.
We tried shushing her and turning around to admonish her, but she apparently felt that the price of the ticket elevated her to anchor status. She regarded the movie theater as if it were her own living room, and we her family, not a bunch of pissed off strangers who would have lynched her if the movie had any redeeming qualities, and we actually gave a shit if the two lead characters, who absolutely had no chemistry between them, would ever get together. Frankly, I was hoping he would kill her.
By now, you’ve probably guessed that I gave Leap Year a thumbs down, as soon as I removed it from my ass. The most memorable part of my movie-going experience: the theatre had bottled water and giant size boxes of Junior Mints. Did I mention that it was cold and Sunday night and really, really dark? Because it was, and I had better things to do then sit in a broken seat for an hour and half with my thumb stuck up my ass.
Have you seen any movies lately?