Embarrassment at the Movies
No matter how hard I try, things never seem to work out.
The Durban Film Festival is on, including a fair number of Indian films. My wife wanted to see a couple at the last minute and booked on Saturday for the evening shows - one film at 8.15 and the other at 10.15.
I had had a bad night the previous night but, not wanting my wife amongst the Saturday philistines at the casino, agreed to come along. Well. things started going bad from the start. Firstly we bumped into the Tri Nations rugby crowd and then I realized that there was no airconditioning and me with a heavy coat.
The 8.15 film is delayed but we go in and it’s mostly full - it’s Fast Gun Murugan (or something like). It was a sort of spaghetti western set in India with a social comment - and quite interesting. By dint of relentless concentration I kept my eyes open, snuggled up with my boiling jacket. Eventually however, gravity prevailed and they shut.
The next thing, I am poked sharply in the ribs and informed sotto voce that I was snoring. Me? Snoring?
Only after the film I was told the the folk behind were some invited film dignitaries and that my wife had to wait for them to leave at the end of the film and then lower her head and scoot out.
I did offer to stay for the 10.15 film.