I just saw the movie for the second time. Y'all are right. It's worse the second time. My eyes were blurry most all the time.
My first time was in Sydney, outdoors, in the rain, with a boisterous, very, mixed crowd (which, I have to add, annoyed me no end--here I am in one the gayest cities on the planet, and I watch this film with straight people?!). They reacted appropriately in most places except a horrified laugh when Alma discovers our boys. Perhaps 1200 people.
This time was Wednesday at 16:00 in Tucson, Arizona. Theater just under half full, mostly retired (married) couples, groups of older women, and a few lone men. Whether they were gay or not I couldn't tell. (My gaydar is non-existent, a true handicap in more areas than just this.) Maybe 150 people? On entry I heard one woman say Mary had seen it and loved it; another added she'd read the story.
The crowd was mostly silent, especially during the last half. One guy dropped his popcorn and you could hear every corn bounce it was so quiet. During the Reunion scene, there were muffled gasps, and a few other places where appropriate. All of Ennis' jokes went over well, but quiet respect was the order of the day.
I stayed through the frame-by-frame credits, as did most (but not all) people. Several got up as the rolling credits started and I joined them in an attempt to guage reaction. Unfortunately, I picked a group who decided to talk about where to eat dinner
Then a couple of guys came out, an unnatural distance apart. One asked the other what he thought. I hope I did not hear "I think it sucked". The questioner was silent (I think he disagreed!), and the answerer did not elaborate.
I then stalked two married couples. They were discussing whether Lureen knew, why Jack just didn't go to Mexico, and the other questions that exercise us. They seemed to have enjoyed it. One comment struck me "It was a different time then," which of course is self-evidently true, but I found myself thinking, "Maybe. Did you see Letterman last night?" You know where I'm going with this...
In other news, I think it was indeed six bottles of beer while waiting for Jack. There were three on the side table, and TWO on the lamp table (the lamp looks a lot like a bottle in that light), BUT Ennis took a bottle in the kitchen when he went to get his second beer, and he may have left others there
I did not see Heath's tat. I saw Mrs Twist with white coffee mugs both before and after Ennis went upstairs, but like I said, I was blurry by then. Never mind, I'm going to see it again Friday with my best (US) friend and his girl. We were hangin' last night and the subject came up about this site (actually), and whether to read the short story first. I said "best 10, 611 words ever written." My friend turned to her and said "Yup. Obsessed."
Well, at least you all understand. From what you say, the third time is the very worst... Wish me luck!
(Happy Oz Day to those of you still enjoying the summer. Wish I was there. And get well soon, OK?)