Friday evening. Long queue. Your blogger host finds himself behind a very animated girl, chatting away with her friends; the way they go on, you’d be forgiven for thinking they had already decided what film they were going to watch. But no. After all the time in the world (okay, 10 minutes) to make up their minds, these princesses wait until they are actually at the ticket window before pulling out a schedule and perusing it with the instantly identifiable wide-eyed, moving-lipped slowness of people who have never had occasion to read anything in their entire lives. Then our heroine pulls out her cellphone, dials lackadaisically, speaks thus:
"Hiiii, listen, what should we watch, Chak De or Partner?"
"Okay-dokey, byeee!" (Turns to friends) "He’s saying to watch Chak De because it got four stars and Partner only got three-and-a-half stars."
As a onetime/sometime film reviewer, maybe I should be glad about this demonstration that a review can influence viewing decisions. But I’m just depressed.