Just so we’re clear, this is not a spoiler. I merely attempt to capture my experience before I watched it. I would rather die than ruin THIS of all movies for anyone who hasn’t seen it yet. I mean it.
By now as most of you must’ve realized how crazy I am about movies. After reading this you might consider the fact that you underestimated my fanaticism. Let me tell you something: you always will.
I had pre-booked the tickets for The Dark Knight Rises for IMAX on the 28th of June. The date is relevant, since it helps emphasize the enormity of my shock and surprise that I didn’t get it. The moment I discovered that (late Wednesday), I cancelled it before it redirected my request to a sub-standard theater.
Then I checked PVR’s site and found that my favorite theater was almost entirely empty for the first show of the morning on Friday at 9 o clock. Unsurprisingly, it took a lot of time to process my request because of the potential traffic at that point of time. The most anticipated movie of all time had turned virtually every online movie booking site into IRCTC.
After I successfully booked a top-row seat, the excitement was more palpable than ever. I felt like dancing all over Mumbai. Smiling for so long made it look like I had a coat-hanger stuck in my mouth.
You might have observed I said seat, not seats. Yes, I had decided to watch it alone. It was decided the moment I saw the trailer. A man with unconditional love towards something would never allow anything to come between him and his love. He would not tolerate the slightest criticism, or any comparison to anything/anyone else whatsoever. My friends tend to judge the movie based on the intermission, which I really hate. They say things like ‘the first half was better’ etc. Directors never intend to include an intermission.
Some may call this paranoia, like my friends here, but that’s how it is. If you don’t share another man’s passion, then his passion is likely to be perceived as paranoia by you.
It was Thursday night, and my excitement had somehow turned into some sort of anxiety. I actually couldn’t sleep through the night. I tried to sleep early, but was in a state of half-sleep throughout. Flashes of Batman were popping into my head, and it was so tangled up that you can’t even call it a dream. I had been off the radar for a week ahead of the movie. I stopped reading the news, both offline and online, stopped tweeting etc. I was already off Facebook for a month. I tried to make the possibility of coming across a spoiler near to zero.
Even though I didn’t sleep well, I woke up with the first alarm without a second thought, got ready, and set out on a journey, which was likely to be a life-changing one. When I got to the box office, I was taken aback by the multiple queues lined up. It was 8.45 in the morning !
It’s always overwhelming to see that there are other people who share your passion.
I remember staring wide-eyed at this couple who were getting two tickets for Cocktail. At 9 in the morning. On a Friday. Oh, who am I to judge?
The theater was housefull within minutes. After the wonderful 52 seconds of the National Anthem were over, there was a calm throughout the theater. A calm before the storm. Then something happened, which I couldn’t imagine in my wildest dreams would happen on that day.
The screen read: “Trailer: Man of Steel“, and the audience started clapping and shouting. Before I could start wondering what was the big deal about this movie, the music started, and a woman’s soft lament echoed between the walls. The moment it started, several chills went up my spine, and this electricity started flowing in my body. It was so beautiful and sad, I actually felt like crying. Judge all you want, but if you allow it, music can do that to you.
During those timeless seconds, I noticed the names Zack Snyder and Christopher Nolan on the screen, finishing with a man flying through the clouds. It was Superman.
Those sixty seconds really got to me. I think they made the entire experience a little more awesome.
I am not going to discuss/review the movie. I believe movies are like people: judge them by yourself, and leave others’ opinions aside. Only then you will realize how you really feel about the movie, or the person. A review will rob you of the freedom of choosing the good or bad in a movie, even if it’s a good review.
All I’ll say is: I walked in with goosebumps. I walked out in bliss, hope and more goosebumps.