A couple of work colleagues told me today of their trip to the pictures on Friday. They went to see Becoming Jane and as the film has been out for a few weeks and it was an early evening screening, they were not surprised that there were just a dozen or so people in the cinema and that most of them were women.
The film was about halfway through when three black men entered and judging by their dress they were probably of African origin. Despite there being plenty of empty seats, they decided to seat them next to my colleagues. They didn’t look the sort that would be interested in chick flicks and my colleagues wondered if they were perhaps the Malawi branch of the Jane Austin Appreciation Society.
They had been there for about ten minutes being generally fidgety and texting messages when one of them leaned over and said, “Excuse me, but is this 300?” My friends sat there taken aback. “You were expecting swords and sandals and you’ve got crinolines and petticoats, what do you think?”
Anyway, the men beat a hasty retreat leaving two women in fits of giggles in the dark.