New threat to American theatres

As millions hundreds all fourteen of expateek's readers know, expateek loves the movies.

She's been going to her favorite the only art movie theatre in her old town to catch up on what she's been missing. She saw The Reader, which was great. She saw Slumdog Millionaire, which was fabulous. And then she saw Two Lovers, which was dreadful.

And Two Lovers wasn't just awful because it was depressing and dark, and entirely too full of the excessively gorgeous and blonde Gwyneth Paltrow. No, Two Lovers was extra awful because the sound track was ragged and mumbly and expateek couldn't understand a word.

So even though expateek almost never complains (only when she's breathing, according to Mr D), she decided to have a word with the cinema manager.

Excuse me, said expateek to the guy in the ticket booth.

Yes?

Are you ever gonna fix the speakers in Theatre 3? Because the speakers sound like they're totally blown. I know I'm kind of old, and wear reading glasses, but honestly, I'm not deaf as well! I couldn't make out a word of the dialogue, said expateek in her polite complainey voice.

Oh, yeah, we know. Actually, the speaker repair guy is coming tomorrow. Here.

And the boy in the booth started writing out two free passes to the theatre. Thanks for telling us. And here, take these, and come again.

Not entirely willing to let the point die, expateek continued. Yeah, I saw Slumdog Millionaire here two weeks ago and the sound was awful then too.

Ha! said the kid in the booth. We think that's what caused the problem. You know those Indian movies? They just don't know anything about how to do a sound track.

Hmmm. All the Oscars and Baftas and Critic's Choice Awards and Golden Globes notwithstanding, those Indian films are just... well... wrong. And you heard it here in Chicagoland first.


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