It’s was a cool Thursday evening when my buddy and I decided to go see ‘Insidious: Chapter 2. Him and I usually go see Horror movies together. The late night showings are usually the best, as we walk home at midnight, talking about what just transpired on screen, while jumping at the littlest things such as a cat walking across the street. I remember muttering to him while walking to the theatre before the film about how much I hate seeing Horror movies.
There’s always someone to ruin it for you. Someone who laughs at a scene to make themselves feel a little less scared, or someone who makes a snarky remark, just to act cool around his friends, or his girlfriend, or even someone who gets so scared that they jump up and yell something completely evident like “Oh my God ! he has a knife !.” I made sure to play it safe while watching Insidious 2…or so I thought.
It was 15 minutes before the film, and we were the first ones to enter the theatre. While I usually sit in the middle of the theatre, which is ultimately the best seats in the house, I chose to sit about 4 or 5 rows from the bottom to avoid the crowd that would probably either sit around me or close to the top.
5 minutes before the film started, it was getting a little bit busier, but there was still no one around us. I was happy to know that my movie experience wasn’t going to be altered by a big group of obnoxious people, commenting on every scary scene and talking, not whispering, during the film. Well, I seemed to have maybe jinxed myself. A group of maybe 6 or 7 walked in and sat right behind us. The commercial/trailers started, and they were talking out loud. I asked my buddy if he wanted to move, but he said “no”, which is understandable considering it was just the commercials/trailers.
The movie started, and one of the guys behind me started explaining the first film to the girl right next to him, as she had no idea what was going on. I was getting a little peeved, as the opening scene was the beginning of an interesting story, and hearing this guys soundtrack was just the most annoying thing ever.
They stopped until the scary scenes started to commence, which also commenced laughing and commenting on how scary the particular scene was. The talking continued throughout the whole movie, as the guys were doing their all to impress the girls they brought.
I tried, with every ounce of me, to enjoy the film. I succeeded as I took my girlfriends advice that she always would give me every time this happens during a film we watch. “Just tune them out”, she says to me as I comment about how much I really just want to tell these people to shut up.
It’s the end of the movie, and as we are walking out, I tell my buddy that I enjoyed the movie, in which he replies “yeah, but these people behind me would not shut up. I just wanted to turn around and say go outside and have a conversation”. My buddy and I, who I’ve seen many Horror movies with, have had fears of this happening before a movie, but thankfully, we avoid the obnoxious and the noisy very well.
We saw ‘Texas Chainsaw 3D’ back in February, which was my poor judgement after deciding to not see Django Unchained for the 2nd time with him, which he hadn’t seen yet. We were having a good time, smiling while the crowd would laugh, who found the movie just as terrible as we did. They weren’t laughing cause we were trying to defuse the tension, they were laughing cause it was so terrible, it was hilarious. That was maybe the only time I could think of where the crowd was obnoxious.
We pay the $12.00 to see Horror movies because some of us love the tension horror movies bring. We sit there and we just love to get scared. Obviously, people aren’t always going to think like me, which is why the bigger suspense is if someone’s going to ruin the Horror movie for you rather than the Horror movie itself. This is why I hate seeing movies, particularly horror movies, in theatres.
Being a movie lover gives you the gift of losing yourself in the films that you are watching. We go into an alternate reality as soon as the lights dim. I don’t want you to be in my reality, but in reality, it’s not my reality for me to make that decision. Just please, have some courtesy and be quiet while we share this reality together for the low price of $12.00, and for whatever we paid for concessions.
For the record, I’m not bitter. I just love my movies.