Watching 'Sivaji'
Yes, the movie was enjoyable. But the movie-watching experience itself was a lot of fun as well. Here are a few snippets:
- Dhigha, an old BITS friend (and one of those Microsoft nerds/whizkids depending on your viewpoint) was in Chicago. He had conveniently managed to send off his wife to Urbana Champagne for a wedding, so we could have a boys night out. So funkaboy and I decided to watch the movie friday night with him. The logistics were mundboggling. Funkaboy boy drive in from work, picked me up from my place. Then we drove to the train station to pick up dhigha (who was staying at a hotel in downtown Chicago), and drove to the mall where the theater was supposed to be located. I expected posters and cutouts and aarthis for thalaivar, but we couldn't even locate the theater. Finally, got directions from a desi store in the mall ("next to Circuit City") and made our way to the 'potti kadai' theater.
- When the titles were rolling, Dhigha and I decided to take a video of the audience reaction, but then the organizers showed up from nowhere and threatened to haul us out of the theater if we used our cameras. I was about to retort, but the prospect of leaving the theater without watching thalaivar movie was beyond contemplation. So we shut up. But everytime one of us got phone calls and opened our cell phones, the guys came running and flashed their torches on us from both sides. Baguth insult!
- We were sharing this huge ass coke. Dhigha had a sip and wanted to put it back on its holder located in the backside of the front seat. And being the clumsy type, he thought he got the right spot, placed it and took his hands off. It turned out that the bucket-like thing was still in mid-air and was taken over by gravity. Oh, and did I tell you the holder was right in front of me? So the thing splashed and drenched my shoes and pants. While Dhigha and I were frantically looking fora napkin, funkaboy didn't take his eyes off the screen for a moment to help his friends in distress. A tsunami at that point in time would not have distracted him. The rascal!
- It was a multiplex, but there didn't seem to be any audience for the other English movie running there. It was funny to see harassed Americans serving samosas and trying to maintain a semblance of order in a theater full of thalaivar fans.
- At the beginning of the movie, there were some ABCD kids right behind us who seemd to be deriving some kind of satisfaction in passing comments on the hardcore front benchers. We could hear them shouting "you are disgusting!" and "go use some deo" and the like. Such fun. But once the movie got underway and the front benchers outshouted them, they disappeared never to be seen again.
- When the movie got over and we walked out, we were shocked to see the long line for the next show snaking all the way back into the parking lot. Had this urge to shout out "Mottai Rajini will come in the climax", but a fear of life and limb took over and better sense prevailed.
- Finally, the 3 of us took a photo with the Sivaji showtime in the background. After the satisfaction of watching a good entertainer, it was time to head back home, down a few margheritas and discuss the movie with other friends who were planning on watching it the next day. Yes, I know, I'm evil.
- Dhigha, an old BITS friend (and one of those Microsoft nerds/whizkids depending on your viewpoint) was in Chicago. He had conveniently managed to send off his wife to Urbana Champagne for a wedding, so we could have a boys night out. So funkaboy and I decided to watch the movie friday night with him. The logistics were mundboggling. Funkaboy boy drive in from work, picked me up from my place. Then we drove to the train station to pick up dhigha (who was staying at a hotel in downtown Chicago), and drove to the mall where the theater was supposed to be located. I expected posters and cutouts and aarthis for thalaivar, but we couldn't even locate the theater. Finally, got directions from a desi store in the mall ("next to Circuit City") and made our way to the 'potti kadai' theater.
- When the titles were rolling, Dhigha and I decided to take a video of the audience reaction, but then the organizers showed up from nowhere and threatened to haul us out of the theater if we used our cameras. I was about to retort, but the prospect of leaving the theater without watching thalaivar movie was beyond contemplation. So we shut up. But everytime one of us got phone calls and opened our cell phones, the guys came running and flashed their torches on us from both sides. Baguth insult!
- We were sharing this huge ass coke. Dhigha had a sip and wanted to put it back on its holder located in the backside of the front seat. And being the clumsy type, he thought he got the right spot, placed it and took his hands off. It turned out that the bucket-like thing was still in mid-air and was taken over by gravity. Oh, and did I tell you the holder was right in front of me? So the thing splashed and drenched my shoes and pants. While Dhigha and I were frantically looking fora napkin, funkaboy didn't take his eyes off the screen for a moment to help his friends in distress. A tsunami at that point in time would not have distracted him. The rascal!
- It was a multiplex, but there didn't seem to be any audience for the other English movie running there. It was funny to see harassed Americans serving samosas and trying to maintain a semblance of order in a theater full of thalaivar fans.
- At the beginning of the movie, there were some ABCD kids right behind us who seemd to be deriving some kind of satisfaction in passing comments on the hardcore front benchers. We could hear them shouting "you are disgusting!" and "go use some deo" and the like. Such fun. But once the movie got underway and the front benchers outshouted them, they disappeared never to be seen again.
- When the movie got over and we walked out, we were shocked to see the long line for the next show snaking all the way back into the parking lot. Had this urge to shout out "Mottai Rajini will come in the climax", but a fear of life and limb took over and better sense prevailed.
- Finally, the 3 of us took a photo with the Sivaji showtime in the background. After the satisfaction of watching a good entertainer, it was time to head back home, down a few margheritas and discuss the movie with other friends who were planning on watching it the next day. Yes, I know, I'm evil.
posted by c2c at Friday, June 22, 2007
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