It was a spur-of-the-moment decision. Out and about, running errands, I noticed the movie on the marquee. Why not?
The end of July/beginning of August is always a season of unrest for me, never more so than this year. I needed a change of pace and decided to seize the moment at hand. The car seemed to steer itself into the parking garage, the light turned green then waved its little red hand for me to proceed through the cross walk. Before I knew it, I had a ticket in hand and strolled to the designated theater, where there was a log-jam of decision makers.
Four women and two men. One of the group was quite agitated, saying, loudly enough for me to hear.
“I didn’t think we were going to that kind of movie.”
A calmer head prevailed, saying “. . . they just left the word Marigold out.”
They proceeded in. I followed, trying hard not to giggle. Nestled into my seat, the best one in the house I might add, right where I wanted to be. I watched all the advertisements there on the screen. The theater darkened. The movie started. The door opened in back and a couple came in. She was rather loud as I heard her bark orders to her companion.
“No. Here. No. Don’t bend your legs. No. Straighten your legs, there is no seat there.”
All this just as the character Norman falls out of his chair, onto the floor, the guests of the Marigold Hotel declaring him dead!
Really. Do you think for a moment that I would make these things up?
The movie was delightful. Not a great movie, but a great cast; both on screen and off. It was fun to watch it amid a group of seasoned adults who “got it”. They laughed at all the innuendoes and asides and I thought I heard a feeble cheer go up when Evelyn gets a job teaching the outsourced telemarketers how to interact with customers. It was just what I needed as I wrestle with changes in my own life, and wonder why my own marigolds are having such a tough time this year.
Have you seen The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel?