After reading a good review for DZH on Rediff, V, A and me decided on an impulse to go watch the movie last night - first day, last but one show. We reached the theatre as per plan, bought the tickets and then went to stuff ourselves with a good dinner. Then back to the theatre.
The movie was okay timepass. Nothing very great or very scary but at least it kept us engaged till the end. That is all the review I am going to give here. The main reason for this post is the wonderful members of the audience who sat in the row right behind V, A and me.
From the word go, or rather, from the time the Film Board certificate flashed on the screen, the group of 8 people right behind us (4 couples, I think) chattered non-stop - I doubt if they even paused to take breaths. Their range of subjects ranged from what was happening on screen to how they thought the scene should have been shot to what they thought of Ram Gopal Verma - quite a spectrum of topics, but at no time did its intellectual level ever raise to beyond being the torturously inane.
(Scene on screen: An obviously dead guy outside what has been mentioned many, many times in the movie as a graveyard)
Annoying Female in the row behind us (AF): Oh, woh kabristan hai kya? (Oh, is that a graveyard?)
Annoying Guy in the row behind us (AG): Haan. Lagta hai. (Yup. Looks like it.)
AF: Mar gaya kya? (Is he dead?)
AG: Haan. (Yup.)
AG: Tee hee!
Me (muttering to myself): Don't kill them, don't kill them.
This went on for practically every scene in the movie. The four pairs sitting behind us multiplexed the chattering efficiently among themselves to make sure that there was never even one moment of silence right till the end of the movie.
You can imagine our plight. At some point, A, V and me, all three simultaneously (no, we did NOT plan it) turned around to glare at them for almost a minute. But no effect whatsover. As V put it, it looked like they were covered by some protective bubble which precluded anyone else from intruding upon their enchanting world.
Oh my God! Is it just me, or does everyone feel like throttling people who keep chattering in movie theatres continuously? An occassional comment is understandable, but torturing other movie-goers with non-stop vacuous conversation? I think theatres should have a safety mechanism in movie-hall seats whereby members of the audience who talk for more than five minutes when the movie is running will be ejected automatically from their seats and be dumped outside the theatre.
Till then, when you get stuck with such movie-goers in the theatre, darna definitely zaroori hai :-(!
*Darna Zaroori Hai roughly means "It is necessary to get scared".