When David Cronenberg’s Naked Lunch came out some years ago I went to an afternoon showing at the Cameo cinema in Edinburgh. It was in Screen 2 – a small cinema – and at the start of the film the auditorium contained 8 people including me. After 5 minutes two people walked out (talking cockroach or untimely death, can’t remember now). After 15 minutes another left (looking queasy). A couple of minutes later a pair of blokes at the front decided to leave, and shout at the screen,
“where the f***’s Frank Drebin?”
I remember going to see that with a group of people including the legendary . About an hour in he tapped me on the shoulder and asked me “is that the same woman?” (re Judy Davis’ dual role…). His other comments were mostly along the lines of “no, no, no, it’s not like that when you take
$random_drug“…I didn’t walk out of Naked Lunch (which i prob did see at the Cameo) but it’s the nearest I ever got to walking out of a film – it was the penis keyboard that got me.
The only film I nearly walked out from was Damage. I was there with my then partner. Every time I looked at my watch and shuffled to leave I looked at her and she smiled. I thought she was enjoying it. Afterwards she told me it was the worst film she’d seen and she would have left if I hadn’t been enjoying it so much.
PS Sorry I missed Saturday. I’m away Wed and Thurs but will leave something for you tomorrow.
S
OMG. Thanks for the laugh. ;o)