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Forgive Them For They Know Not They Be Dopes
The music for Saturday's presentation of Nosferatu: A Symphony of Terror combined uncommon instruments with cello, flute and a surf-sounding guitar, which made for a modern yet eerie interpretation of F.W. Murnau's piece. I was not surprised that the band wasn't front and center, preferring instead to remain subdued in the corner, though I was surprised to see a script slightly different from the one I remembered, but that's not my issue here. What I really wanted to dig into was how easy it was to peg people who'd never seen a silent film in their lives before.
Am I still glad that people are swarming in droves to watch Silent Film? Of course, since it means that Silent Movie Night with a live band can actually happen for me. Either way, the presentation more than makes up for the audience. I am Zen enough to deal.
I then asked, "So, are you the artist?" "Oh God no," he replied - as if I didn't know already. It gets better. He had no envelope, no backing, no bag for me to take this outside in the rain, which made my final decision pretty damn easy to make, that is until another customer insisted that bags be provided, which I guess got him off his ass to look for some. I happily returned to the table, where, in an intentionally dramatic slow-motion, carefully took a print from the bottom of the pile and carefully put it to the top asking if the bag was big enough for me to slide it in sideways. He takes my print, smears his grubby hands all over it and says "you'd have to roll it up just a little like this" illustrating it to me almost delicately. How kind of him. I thanked him, put the print down, pulled out my wallet, gave him the money, asked him to hold open the bag, then again, in grand melodrama and intentional slow-motion, took a print from the bottom and put it in the bag. I win. Artist loses. Vendor probably didn't even clue in. Here's hoping the artist reads this. Either way, it's getting mounted as we speak. No big.
In previous "Saturday Night Sinema" events, the owners told the audience that they encouraged heckling, but tonight the owners were off drinking and weren't there to grant 'license to balk', not that the crowd behind us had any doubt this was a 'talking allowed' show. When a couple sat right in front of the Armenian and I, I figured they were in the know. About 15 minutes in, the film started kicking into high gear cheese, what with our hero cop removing his shirt every time he saw his moustachioed, husky-voiced captain. I mean honestly, we had no choice but to start the homo-erotic commentary. I mean you could hurt yourself keeping that locked away. Sadly we weren't sitting with the mildly hubbubbed crowd 5 rows behind us. So instead of praise for our comedic timing, we got sidelong glances from the man in front. I started feeling a little embarrassed, thinking that perhaps we should be respectful of these two people in front of us. I suggested it to my buddy, who whipped out the quote of the evening:
"Like I'm going to stay quiet for people who want to appreciate the finer points of Alligator"
Tough break for the squares, who eventually moved up one seat, making everything great for us once more. Lesson learned: Next time, sit with the cool kids in the back and let the keeners sit at the front of the class.
Long Live the New Mayfair!