For the past three years, my husband and me have cut down on going to cinemas to a great extent. The reason being less to do with our interest in movies and more to do with the presence of the junior. Now we have seen people bring their infants and toddlers to theater, but we never had an inclination to do so. For most of the folks we saw bringing young children neither enjoyed the movie fully nor let others enjoy. In many cases, both spouses ended up seeing parts of the movie, separately (maybe living up to the adage that together they make a whole!). So for us, cinema time was only when the grandparents came visiting, or we went visiting them, so that the sonny could happily be with them and not miss us while we enjoyed some ‘us’ time.
For three years we successfully refrained from taking S to the cinemas, but today temptation finally caught up with us. It was Sandra Bullock, George Clooney and the space in 3D! The pull of Gravity for just too much to handle for my husband and for me. He being a NASA fan, waved away all my apprehensions about taking S with us, saying at worst we will have to come out of the cinema hall halfway through the movie, and that’s OK. And feeling bored as I was, I gave in easily. So tickets were booked and we were all set to take S to his first cinema experience. We told him that we will be going in a rocket to see the sun, moon, stars and the galaxies, and he eagerly trudged along!
The experience started off pretty well, I must say. Contrary to my fears, he liked the ‘big tv’ and the loud noise. He was happy to see Bullock and Clooney space-walking in their white suits and head gear. For the initial 30 to 45 mins, he enjoyed. And then it started – “Let’s go home, let’s go home…”. Thankfully the interval came and we stepped out for a small snack.
However, the post interval session didn’t go as good. Within minutes of lights dimming down, he started crying and whining. Thankfully the theater was relatively empty and post interval we had sat away from other audience, not wanting to disturb them with S’s whines. Still, his restlessness only grew and neither the nachos nor the juice we got for him took his mind off from the “Let’s go down” strain, which had now become his only and constant refrain. So with no choice left, we left Sandra alone in the ISS, hoping to make contact with Houston… and exited the cinema hall.
On hindsight, I should have seen it coming. The kiddo didn’t sleep in the afternoon today, and was actually feeling sleepy when we reached the cinema. And the long silences and hushed dialog were never going to be something that would appeal to a three year old. I probably should have stuck with my decision to give him his first cinema experience with an animation movie. However, after coming back home, he did talk about how the ‘aunty’ kept rolling over and over in the sky! So maybe it was just that the timing was not right.
Whatever be the case, I don’t think I am going to be taking him to the cinema hall anytime soon again. Not until it is an animation movie that features trains, trains and a lot of trains (OK, cars, planes and helicopters would also do!). Till then, we will have to wait for the grannies to visit before we can visit a theater.
P.S – Do anyone of you know where I can find the last 30 mins of Gravity, apart from the theater, that is? I so loved the movie and not knowing the ending is really making me restless… Maybe I should call my mom over from Chennai for a few days so that I can go and watch the movie to my heart’s content.