Sunday in Mumbai often involves a movie. Talaash was on top of the list, but like the best laid plans of mice and men, we ended up in a different place for a different movie. The Life of Pi.
Now this is not the first time I have seen a movie in Mumbai, but there were some parts of the whole experience that are worth remembering and making those few hours, well, different.
First, standing in line to pick up the prepaid tickets results in a guy behind me constantly jostling me, ostensibly to push me into the person in front of me to make the line shorter. Unfortunately the law of physics fails in such cases, but a glare from me did absolutely nothing to him.
Second, the movie is due to start at 14.45 and at 14.42 the doors are not yet open. So we hang back from the crowd a bit saying that if we are at the back, its not gonna make much of a difference. Unfortunately, when we walk in at 14.48, the movie has already started.
Third, kids. Kids. More kids. Constantly asking their parents what's happening on the screen. Occasionally bawling. Since parents feel compelled to talk to them, there is a constant buzz of conversation while the movie plays out.
Fourth, the intermission. American movies, as we all know, are not designed for a half-way break. But hey, popcorn and stuff needs to be sold, so we have a break. The break is followed by the movie restarting from a point about 5 mins earlier than the place where it broke up.
Fifth, because of all the kids in front of us, we move back (during the intermission which we think has now served a purpose) a couple of rows to (what we think) is a quieter place. Lo and behold, there is a carpenter right above us. A nail is being worried at by a hammer.
Oh, did I mention the occasional cell phone going off?
Sunday, December 2, 2012
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