I'm a really big film watcher, have been since I was little. Nowadays I hardly watch anything at all because of time (two DCs, 4 and 6) - our nearest cinema involves a three hour round trip, so it's a twice-a-year treat if that to see anything rated 12 or over, and on Mon-Fri once I've got DCs to bed, house tidied, next morning's stuff sorted it's 9pm and I'll be heading for bed at 10 (6am start).
So - DP and I nearly always watch a film on Saturday nights. I'll get a (usually) new film paid for, get wine poured and maybe some crisps, DCs in bed, lights down.........and then DP's phone comes out. DP will spend the first 30-45mins of the film texting friends, which leads to:
- bright light shining from the phone screen
- tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap
- ping (ten seconds later) ping (ten seconds later) ping
- "Oh!" "Ha!" "You won't believe this..."
This invariably leads to:
DP: "I thought he died?"
Me: "No, they just crash landed."
DP: "Isn't this modern days?"
Me: "There was a title card that said: 1988."
DP: "Can't they just message someone?"
Me: "It's 1988."
DP: "Is that Freddy Krueger?"
Me: "No."
[Film ends]
Me: "What did you think?"
DP: "Well, I couldn't follow it..."
If I were to take the phone, jump up and down on it a bit, hit it with a brick and then burn the pieces, would history judge me harshly?