Even a simple story. As usual, I spent a weekend in Paris and I'm going to the movies with my husband. In general, when you do not want to suffer, when we really want to have a good time, we go to the Great Library of MK2. But when did not want to fade the city, swallow fifteen subway stations, two changes, rain or cold, we're going to Gambetta.
And every time I do have. I'm so dumb. I enter the room, you put yourself in a quiet corner or there is nobody who eats popcorn with his mouth open and I'm happy to be in movies. Begin pubs and we are lucky, right now it's much less stupid, there multiracial same pubs for Microsoft and the Blackberry. And as soon as one enters the trailers of upcoming movies, there's something going on.
The sound just down 20% at least. All of a sudden. It was already strong before, but the transition is so abrupt it feels to have lost his hearing due to illness or worse. And the memory returns. Oh okay, it's the cinema where people were restrained sound. Already they have a DTS digital sound, Dolby SR. (It's marked Internet) but in this room, it comes from the screen, as in 1960. Above all, it looks like someone just down the volume sliders, as in recording studios.
is the seventh art, but his whisper. The film begins, is fair game generic and looks like a fart that comes from heaven. Gradually, as the film progresses, the suspense fray, there is no momemtum, it is as if the director and everyone who worked on the sound were tired for anything. Instead of entering the plot when he is so good, we are here to feel that the sound is at its minimum, as a frustration that prevents you from letting go, to enjoy the film that engulfs you. Looks like Naomi Watts speaks very softly body 8 please, and Sean Penn, who spends his time yelling at is as revolutionary as Tom Hanks.
About two thirds of the film, I already have a black storm head. I know the story, I almost feel like going out. I am aware of the situation comedy, but I can not find it funny at all. I wonder why the pretty straight I saw in the room (and some are really real real, not sores in the neighborhood) does not laugh or do not make comments when the old man who gets up in front in the middle to have a piss make more noise than the explosions shot during the reconstruction of the invasion of Iraq and god knows there are a lot of missiles falling on the Arabs. This film
sudued . I who understand English well enough, I must read the subtitles, sometimes you just collect what actors say - and I'm not deaf, I would mention it somewhere. And nobody says anything, there is not even a tremor of excitement, one wonders if it was included without our knowledge in a scientific study that would be to gradually reduce the sound of the room to find the point of rupture would, finally, perhaps, but one can always dream, somebody gets up and goes to the box office to tell the boss: "Uh, there's a problem there, everyone was asleep because it hears nothing. Du. Everything. "But nobody
rises and I'm stuck inside a row and I do not want to upset three people to go to the actupien who sacrifices himself for the MK2 Gambetta that the community enjoys a moment of true cinema. That place is where I had already seen the latest Star Wars , a few years ago, in a room that was smaller than my ground floor in the countryside and where do you well bench, the glow of the small panel of red EXIT hit me in the eye, stronger than what came from the screen. Star Wars! They are where fans of Star Wars to make a protest group on FB against abuse of cinema?
And what's with that passivity of cons in this country? We're watching a film about Bush's lies and where Sean Penn urges people to rise up, not just when there is a pothole on the road, but for justice and when it come to the cinema, n 'there is no one to go gently say staff need to make this film a hearing aid to understand why Iraq was bombed while there were no tools of mass destruction? Ah, you prefer watching behind Ozon shit?
So at the end of the film, I went to buy popcorn to talk to officials, a beautiful and intelligent woman, you can tell right away who I wanted to something like this "Uh, good evening, no one ever told you that the sound was not really strong enough? Not because I did not want to upset you and take the role of the troublemaker on a Saturday evening at 22h but every time I come here, the sound is so low that it gives me the ball and it recurs every time and it's not normal. " At this point, I do not even say it in the hope that change one day, I talk like I was in Brazil . I'm just trying to express a need for justice. I need to wind.
She looks at me whether it's lard or pig, or if I'm not a camera behind me the Petit Journal. But it is very clear in my attitude that I'm serious as death itself if I start to nibble my popcorn to the guy calm. She said: "Yes, we already mentioned, but we also said it was too strong."
Forget. This is another shot of old who like their cinema attenuated. I go out, there are 2 bobos fags who say they are giving nudges "Oh you saw, she had to go yell again" and I see the look on my husband who said "Please, do not kill all tonight and Saturday there. "
15 years ago, I went to the UGC Ciné Cité Les Halles with Loïc Prigent and once we had fun to go see a movie of zero as the last Chabrol in a very large rooms, although 300 people not an empty seat, and after 5 minutes of the film, it was said loudly, "WHAT, 5 MINUTES IN THE FILM AND THERE IS NO EXPLOSIONS?? WHAT IS THIS FILM FRENCH? And they did it for make them understand that a movie without an explosion after 5 minutes is not viable what. Sometimes I wonder if we should not set Network of Sidney Lumet every Sunday night on TF1. The passivity of our time. I would love to see windows open with people shouting "I'm mad as hell and I will not take this anymore! "
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