Awkward moviegoing experiences
If you’d let me guess, I’d say chances are that it has something to do watching explicit sex scenes in company with your parents or some other relative.
You know how it is. Of course we have those “important conversations” with our teenagers if we need to, but aside from that on some level we still want to live in the illusion that the stork must have brought us. We don’t want to imagine our parents doing THAT, as little as parents want to think too closely about what activities their children take part in with their partners. The moment we watch a sex scene together, we risk shattering the wall of discretion we’ve agreed on. Sex exists all of a sudden. We know that they know and they know that we know. Yak.
My moment of awkwardness
We’ve been sharing awkward experiences in a discussion thread at the Filmspotting forum where I use hang around.
My own contribution to the topic was nothing spectacular. Either I haven’t been into much of awkward situations, or – more likely – I’ve been able to repress those memories successfully. Anyway, I’ll share the moment of awkwardness that I came to think of.
It happened a few years ago, when my oldest daughter was about 11 years old, old enough to go to movies on her own. It was close to Christmas and I got the idea to send her and a friend of hers off to see a what I assumed was another nice, cosy “spirit-of the-season” movie that would put them in the right mood.
As they returned home I asked them about how the movie had been, but they just blushed and refused to talk about it any further.
The movie in question was Bad Santa. As I checked it up a bit closer than I had on beforehand, I felt like a Bad Mother.
Yeah, I told you it was a lame story. Especially compared to the following story, provided by Sandy, who is the gentlest woman you can think of, spreading warmth and happiness around her in the forum. Considering her personality she’s the last person in the world I’d expect ending up in the position she did during a theatre visit.
With the words of Sandy:
”In 2001 I was teaching a youth group on Wednesday nights and would go to a late show in a neighboring town after I was finished as a reward. I purchased a ticket to Josie and the Pussycats and sat in an empty theater.
20 minutes into the show, the lights went on and a swat team came down on both isles surrounding me. One of them came up to me and asked to see my license. I handed it to him and he left but the rest of them stayed put, and would not talk to me. After a long while he came back in, handed me my license and said, “Sorry for the inconvenience. Enjoy the movie.” They all left, the lights went down, the show started back up and I burst into tears. I didn’t know if I could leave and didn’t dare move, so I stayed and watched and cried. I hate Josie and the Pussycats.
After the movie I went out into the lobby and there where a dozen people standing around. They were not allowed to leave and the road was closed. While waiting, I talked to some of them about what had happened and they joked and said if I just turned myself in, they could all go home. We waited for an hour and finally I talked one of the workers into turning on a movie for us. After a while, we were allowed to go. I think a police car discreetly followed me home.
The next day as I was driving through a canyon, I almost drove off the road when I heard on the radio about a murder near the theater and that there had been a witness seeing a woman in a dark blue shirt walking toward the complex. I didn’t go to the late show for over a year after that.
They later caught the murderer. It was a woman and, I think, an employee of the victim.”
Friday night toast
It’s hard to beat that story in terms of awkwardness. But don’t let that stop you. If you have an awkward moviegoing moment to share, please go ahead and open your heart! It’s Friday night, the bar is open and we’ve got all time in the world for storytelling.
The toast of the week goes to Sandy.