Tinker, Tailor, Soldier...Shush!

Pass the popcorn, Darlin'

Well, there's a thing. Went to see Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy in the pickchures last night (thanks to an Ava-free night, care of her grandparents). Course, the film was a cracker, as you'd have guessed from the five star reviews being bandied about. But you know what was even better? The audience.
Thankfully the film attracted a rather different viewer to that of, say, Fast and Furious 5 (mostly illiterate hormonal-swamped boys who think the over-revving of a Saxo's engine makes them appear erudite). In fact, the queue for the film was obvious by the apparent age of its members. My 40 years actually reduced the average. I almost looked young(er).
The upshot was that during the film there was...silence. I know! Silence! There were no mobile phones beeping, wrappers crackling or teens sniggering at the vaguest whiff of nudity. There was no arsing about in the back rows, a Showcase minion didn't have to kick anyone out and there was a pleasing absence of the stink of plastic cheesy nachos. I didn't even have to tell anyone to shut it (which is what happened the last time I went to the cinema). 
You know those showings that cinemas run, where mothers can go in with their babies? Well, why the frig don't cinemas have showings that ban anyone wearing Impulse/ Lynx/ Clearasil? I'd happily police said scheme, sending the noisy fuckers away with a curt word about their laughable state of puberty. Mate, Fast and Furious 5 is thataway...