Oldbus
Every other blogger in Melbourne has been banging on about how Shortbus is a must-see movie, so on Saturday afternoon we finally caved in and went down the road to the Kino Dendy to see it.
Now I don't know if the Dendy people have a special afternoon deal for pensioners, or if the lure of "unsimulated" sex is particularly strong for old people, but we were pretty much the only ones there under 60. The cinema was fairly empty, but here and there were groups of old women, old couples, and a rather worrying group of old men in the back row.
This was, quite frankly, a little disconcerting. I was suddenly reminded of an uncomfortable occasion watching Not the Nine O'Clock News with my grandmother back in the Eighties. A pastiche of Olivia Newton-John's 'Let's Get Physical' video came on screen, with Pamela Stephenson in a leotard riding a stuffed sheep rather suggestively. Awkwardness filled the room.
There was no awkwardness this time round, though. The oldies cackled with mirth at every new combination and contortion that flashed on screen. I enjoyed the film. By the sounds of things, they enjoyed it even more.
(If you do visit a Dendy cinema, try the choc-tops. To. Die. For.)
Now I don't know if the Dendy people have a special afternoon deal for pensioners, or if the lure of "unsimulated" sex is particularly strong for old people, but we were pretty much the only ones there under 60. The cinema was fairly empty, but here and there were groups of old women, old couples, and a rather worrying group of old men in the back row.
This was, quite frankly, a little disconcerting. I was suddenly reminded of an uncomfortable occasion watching Not the Nine O'Clock News with my grandmother back in the Eighties. A pastiche of Olivia Newton-John's 'Let's Get Physical' video came on screen, with Pamela Stephenson in a leotard riding a stuffed sheep rather suggestively. Awkwardness filled the room.
There was no awkwardness this time round, though. The oldies cackled with mirth at every new combination and contortion that flashed on screen. I enjoyed the film. By the sounds of things, they enjoyed it even more.
(If you do visit a Dendy cinema, try the choc-tops. To. Die. For.)
posted by Dan in Melbourne at 4:25 pm
4 Comments:
The same thing happened when I went to see the French film Baise Moi. A few left once it got a little nasty but the majority stayed. Dirty old buggers! :-)
Hi Dan,
I went on a Sunday morning to see the bus and the crowd was wierd. It was though al the party people has come straight from their dance clubs. I had to shush these women in the front who had their loud voices on and as more of their friends came in they gave me dirty looks for talking to them.
Once the film started however the hush was palpable. So much for in your face sex.....
still gotta see it, choc bombs are getting me closer too. Mmmmmm
must have been the stragglers from the local rsl's "morning melody" show.
nothing like a bit of movie action after a good sing-a-long ;P
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