Oh but the trees were lovely!

I hate it when people talk in movies.
It’s my number 2 pet hate (#1 being people talking in live theatre).

A group of friends and I went to see Pride and Prejudice today (instead of studying…oops…). It’s a great little movie with an absolutely goooorgeous Mr Darcy played by Matthew Macfadyen, but apparently that wasn’t enough for the two middle-aged women sitting a few seats to my right. Throughout the entire movie these two found it necessary to comment on the scenery and point out the obvious! Let me give you a few examples, because there were many. In a scene near the beginning of the movie, the camera zooms out on a house framed by two huge trees, to which one of the ladies remarked “ooh – what lovely trees”. The exact same thing happened two or three times more and because of this, the conversation the group of us had after the movie was one of the only ones where the word necrophilia was even remotely relavent. Other examples of things said by the women include: “wow, what a lovely house” (also said many many times), “Oh no!”, “That’s his sister” (the movie had made this blindingly obvious) and numerous other questions beginning with “Why…?” I have a question beginning in ‘why’ for you: Why? WHY do people find it necessary to talk loudly during movies??? They weren’t even speaking in the SMALL
“I’m going to lean over to tell you something quietly because we are in a movie theatre and I don’t want to disturb the other patrons” voice –
they were talking in the BIG “I’m going to talk to the person sitting next to me as if we are in a very busy café and not a very quiet movie theatre” voice!
The women, of course, also came to the attention of Sophie who was sitting next to me and, being slightly more forward than myself, she proceeded to cough loudly every time they started to talk. You’d really think that by the amount of splutter and head turning we were doing, they would have shut up. There was an upside to their talking I spose – this viewing of Pride and Prej (having seen it once before) was perhaps the funniest I’d ever been to. After lots of fist biting and dirty looks Soph was attacked by the Giggle-Loop (if you don’t know what this is and haven’t watched Coupling then I’m not going to tell you because “to know about the Giggle-Loop is to be in the Giggle-Loop” and trust me you DO NOT WANT TO BE IN THE GIGGLE-LOOP) so she sat there shaking and trying not to laugh for at least 10 minutes. I was, of course, no help. Just as she looked to be calming down, I would give her a reassuring pat on the shoulder which would inevitably start the whole cycle off again. Hehehe.

Anyway – after that point anything the women said or anything remotely funny on screen would send us into wild fits of laughter. The fact that we (she says I did it, I say she did it – there is no real solution here) spilt a whole bag of Maltesers onto the floor (and, as I later found out, into my shoes) didn’t help. Upon coming out of the cinema (after many reenactments of why she had gone into the Giggle-Loop in the first place and what we should have said to the women) the had to ask us what was so funny about the movie – we, unfortunately, could not explain it and it became a “you had to be there” joke. True, they were there, but that’s hardly the point.

Right, now that I’ve got that over and done with, I can go back to attempting to study.
Physics here I come!!

Keep it real (because if you keep it fake somebody is going to find out and arrest you),

Cait Who Has Had Too Much Chocolate And Is Still On A Giggle-Loop High.