who are these people
June 11, 2009
I remember way back in ’82, during the great war . . .
Well, anyway, I remember way back in ’82, watching Paul Newman in The Verdict, for some reason this movie stayed with me, but not the whole movie, cuz that would be too much, whole movies don’t stay with you, but I remember very clearly the Big Reveal, when Kaitlin, the nurse, is on the stand, and she’s saved a copy of the damning evidence, the admittance form, that’ll implicate the big bad hospital. And she’s angry, not just angry, but FURIOUS, because these people have taken away something she loved.
“He told me to change the ‘1’ to a ‘9’… or else… or else he said, he said he’d fire me. He said I’d never work again. Who were these men? Who were these men? I wanted to be a nurse!”
These men. That line has stuck with me. It stuck with me last night, when a couple of yahoos at the movie theater tried to ruin my night. I don’t want to be a nurse, but I love movies.
I went to “The Hangover” with Rick n Sleepy. We tucked into our seats in the second to last row just as the last preview ended. And instantly I knew I was in trouble, because behind me was a couple that would have looked right at home taking tickets for the big spinny ride at a community carnival. You know those people? Who ARE those people? I never see them anywhere but at the carnival. Where do they live? What do they do when there’s no carnival? And where do they buy those shirts that don’t go all the way to their waist and those cool trucker hats?
Anyway, I know I’m in trouble because she’s practically in his seat, she’s already spilling popcorn all over her Dress Barn dress, and she’s talking in a voice like she works in that factory from the end of the first Terminator movie. And talks. And talks.
I haven’t been in a fight since 6th grade, and I got my ass kicked real good in that one. But I was so tense my hands were all balled up and sweating. I turned and looked. And looked again.
Sleepy told me to calm down. I asked him if he had my back.
Instead he told me to go sit on the other side of Rick. “Just GO.”
From over there I could only occasionally hear her laugh like a hyena and repeat for the projectionist the line she’d heard a few minutes earlier but only just now understood.
I sat on my hands. I ate my popcorn.
I swear, these things take years off my life. Who are these people? Have you ever talked about movie talkers, and had anybody, ANYBODY ever express sympathy for them, ever say “wait a minute, I LIKE to talk in movies, piss off.”
Who ARE these people?