Suffering for art

No pain no gain

He made them laugh, not wince He made them laugh, not wince
As a child I was regularly taken to the cinema by an aunt, it was a gold and red Odeon that smelt of nicotine and we sat in the circle. The whole event was regarded as a bit of a laugh by my family as I had a tendency to fall asleep. Why, you may ask did she persist with the trips in view of this? Well I found out later it was all a bit tortuous, she was a friend of the cleaner, who also worked in the box office. She liked going to the cinema and did not want to go on her own! I can also remember part-way through a Jerry Lewis (see right) film realising, yet again, my faculties were one by one deserting me. The first to go was the vision, down came the eyelids like a shop shutter, there was no stopping them. Next was my hearing, it just faded away. Try as I might might I failed to control this, always, and was left, bolt upright but fast asleep. I remember fading away once during a scene with Lewis doing a water skiing routine that had the rest odf the audience in uproar. Only coming to during the Pathé News.
As an adult I have become an unenthusiastic film goer although I now manage to stay awake, even so there have been occasions when I have sensed my breathing slowing down to a worrying rate. Well now I have an excuse to stop going to the cinema altogether. In today's Guardian under the headline, Culture, is a comment by the film director, Marc Forster, who says -

"I wanted to grip audience by the balls".

So that's good then, good that, as the Jonathan Ross and Russell Brand story drags on and the defence of 'Edgy' comedy continues, the arts world of shaven headed men in black shirts is not knocked sideways by trivia. Thanks for everything, I stayed awake throughout. And by the way I've copied the comment correctly, "I want to grip audience by the balls" and not "I want to grip the audience by the balls". Street slang, I suppose, causes 'the' to be dropped, for extra effect.