Saturday, October 31, 2015
LIKELIHOOD OF CONFUSION DESK: I went and saw Room this afternoon (exceedingly good performances from Larson, Tremblay, and Allen, but by the nature of moving from book to film, loses much of the narrative voice that made the book so fascinating). About an hour into the film, just after the narrative takes its big turn (not spoiling!), an older couple enters the theater and takes seats a few seats down the aisle from me. They are clearly perplexed by what they're watching--I can hear the woman at one point mumbling "so, wait, Jack is a boy?" They proceed to sit through the remaining hour of the film, still clearly confused. As the lights go up, they mutter to the theater attendants their displeasure--apparently, they had bought tickets to Bridge of Spies, and had gone into the wrong screen. I'll admit that this theater is not the best labelled (it doesn't have fancy digital signs above the entry ways, just signs posted outside each screening room), but one would think that they might have figured out that they were in the wrong theater a little more quickly given that Room is entirely devoid of spies, Tom Hanks, and Cold War period things.
Posted by Matt at 10:09 PM