Having the time of my life- adventures at cult classics cinema

In case you haven't heard, there's a little event being run in Waterford called cult classics cinema. Essentially old movies are been shown every two weeks in the Theatre Royal but the movie is decided by public vote. It's not all th\iat complicated but it is a lot of fun. At this stage I'd kind of consider myself a veteran as I have been to all but one film. I missed the rocky horror picture show but saw Jaws, pulp fiction and Labyrinth.

 To the delight of some people (women) and the disgust of others ( the men) the winner for this weeks movie was the cheesiest of cheesy films and dancing classic, dirty dancing. Now I can't count on one hand the amount of times I've seen dirty dancing but I think the exact number is a lot. I think there's a lot of other women who can say the same thing. I have never actually seen it on the big screen though. I have gone to the cinema to see quite a lot of really bad movies with really good dancing but I wont name them here for fear of it damaging my credibility. There is something quite different about seeing an older movie in the cinema because it brings an appreciation for it that you can never quite have while watching it at home on tv.

 Now having been to cult classics before, I already know the drill because Dennis (the guy organizing the whole shindig) likes to make it a bit interactive.I guess it's so we know we're not at the omniplex down the road or any other bog standard cinema and that's cool and it's all good fun. Tonight, however, was a totally different experience. There was a vibe to the crowd that you couldn't manufacture if you wanted to and I mean this in the best possible way. So I'm sitting in the Theatre in a room full of women, I can't say exactly how many because I am rubbish at estimating. I'm going to say it was more than seven, possibly more than 100. The point is that there were a lot of women spanning a wide range of ages and they all had one thing in common, they wanted to see dirty dancing and they already knew all of their favourite and least favourite parts off by heart.

 For me I cringe when she announces she carried a watermelon, dances awkwardly at the hotel show and the bit in the car where she tells Johnny he's wild. But I love the scene in the dance studio where Baby is affectionately mocking the way Johnny taught her to dance, when she practices dancing on the steps and of course the piece to resistance, the end dance where she shows them all what she's made of. I already knew these were the parts I most enjoyed because I've certainly seen the film enough to know but what I didn't know is what it's like to share that experience with a room full of women that seem to feel the exact same way.

 There were boos at douchey guy (Robbie) and laughs at the awkward moments and of course cheers almost everytime Johnny appeared on screen or took off some clothes. People were clapping and swaying to the dance numbers and even singing a long a little bit. I can say without question that this is the most fun I have ever had watching a movie. 
I think we all walked out laughing or smiling and probably wondering where we could get dance lessons and a waist like Jennifer Grey's. Definitely the best €9 I've ever spent. 
Now if I could only convince them to show the lesser known dirty dancing 2 then I'd be in my element altogether but I guess I'll just have to settle for watching that one at home. 

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

The darker side of romance

Image
  For some reason I felt compelled to write about a corner of my past that hasn't been part of my blog before. a heads up to anyone who might be upset by this topic I will be delving into emotional abuse so feel free to stop reading now if you don't feel able to carry on. When I was in my late 20's I met a guy on a night out. He was a few years younger than me and honestly looking back threw up a couple of red flags early but I didn't trust my own intuition plus I was only a few months away from finishing college and planned to move to Edinburgh in a few months so it wasn't like it was going to be anything more than a brief fling. However as time went on I became more infatuated with him, there was an intensity there and he seemed sweet but damaged. Like a perfect modern fairytale I thought I would be the one to fix him. somehow plans changed and he was going to follow me over to Edinburgh, get a job there and we were going to live happily ever after. at this point
Read more

Help, I think I'm autistic

Image
 So I, at the age of 41, have come to the realization that I am autistic.  Growing up I always had a feeling something about me was a little bit off. I never quite fit in and I wasn't sure why. It was like everyone had been given a book of rules of how to exist in society but no one had thought to hand me a copy. Looking back with hindsight the signs were there. I was a super sensitive kid, a sensitivity I have not lost in adulthood, I cried very easily and felt every emotion very deeply. I was a picky eater and very particular about the textures of different food. I was very sensitive to light and noise and the feel of different fabrics. I was never a hugger. all of these things are as true about me now as they were when I was younger. I am socially awkward, I don't make friends that easily and will joke I am an acquired taste. Eye contact is something I have to actively work on and small talk feels like torture.  I thrive on alone time, I am incredibly sensitive to the moods
Read more

Sometimes I open my mouth and my mother comes out ..

Image
I have been told on more than one occasion that I'm sarcastic. Often that I'm too sarcastic (as though there could be such a thing) and I have retort up my sleeve for such occasions which is if you think I'm sarcastic you should meet my mother. No, really you should because my sarcasm is but a pale imitation of hers. Every so often though I come out without something that makes my friends or other family members pause because sometimes when I open my mouth, my mother comes out.  It's funny how people always take the words you are turning into your mother as such an insult because the reality of the matter is it's a both a good and bad thing. Obviously there are certain qualities I am perfectly happy to emulate and others not so much and on the whole I am not entirely sure how much control I have over it. It's not quite a pick and mix counter here. I think there are some habits you are not even aware you have picked up until someone else kindly points it out.
Read more