I love to see movies, especially in rainy days.
The torrential rain reminds me of an extraordinary movie-going experience.
I went to see ‘The Hours’, a movie portrayed one significant day in three ladies’ lives.
[Spoilers Alter]
The story began with ‘Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself’ and then, beautiful actresses and gorgeous flowers came into my sight.
Everything was fine and well at the beginning–good storyline, great music, fine directing and fabulous acting.
When Mrs. Brown kissed Kitty, a girlish neighbor but attractive in her eye, I could feel her awkwardness, confusion and denial. I was speculating about what would happen next. It was reaching the climax of her one day.
A phone rang.
I was kicked out from Mrs. Brown’s emotionally inner conflict and fell into limbo.
‘Am I seeing a horror movie?’
‘When did it become a horror film?’
Damned! A phone was ring not in the film but in the theater.
The caller:……….
The receiver: I am seeing a movie (whispered)
The caller:……….
The receiver: I am seeing a movie (louder)
The caller:……….
The receiver: I–am–see–in––a––mo––vie (yelled at his cell phone)
Gees! We––in the theater all know you––are––seein––a––mo––vie!!’
You don’t have to tell us with your most effort!
Get to the main point of your conversation.
It would be more interesting to learn what you talk about than to see the movie. Really life is dramatic.
I struggled to crawl back to Mrs. Brown’s inner conflict, but it already turned to the Mrs. Dalloway’s storyline.
The story eventually went to the last day of Mrs. Woolf.
She picked up stones and put them into her pockets on her way to the river.
She walked into the river; the water was engulfing her figure.
A phantom was emerging out from the bottom the sliver screen.
It wasn’t Mrs. Woolf walking back to the riverbank, but a black shadow with pointy ears and wagging tail.
The black shadow moved along the bottom of the sliver screen with its pointy ears and wagging tail.
Silence.
Is that a mouse? A voice murmured.
Yes, it is a mouse. A voice whispered.
A mouse! Scream.
And then another sharp and girlish scream came.
I, was astonished not by the cute pointy ears and wagging tail shadow but by the wave of screaming. I started imagining that I was seeing a disaster movie.
I sank into the chair and I signed. And then, I laughed.
It is really good to go to second round movie theater.
I initially was supposed to see a drama about three depressed women, but at the same time, I enjoyed other genres: Horror and Disaster.
And I told myself to rent its DVD when it is available.
