I've dragged the Drift Memsaab to lots of weird movies. I still remember getting some lip from the usher as we were showing our stubs en route to the first show of Spice World.
But it was mostly because I owe the DM for marrying a clown like me that I agreed to go see the very first show in Chicagoland of Sex and The City - or as I like to call it: the Equivalent of Alien versus Predator For Women.
The first awkward moment I had to negotiate arrived when the DM dropped me off at the curb to go purchase the tickets while she parked. I waited across the street, tapping my feet, for the ticket counter to get somewhat abandoned. When there was no one around I sprinted across.
And whatdyaknow? about a hundred women appeared out of nowhere and fell in line behind me. But wait there's more: I muttered the ticket order and what does the girl selling me tickets do? She repeat-yells the order in the mike on the glass panel: "TWO TICKETS FOR THE 4PM SHOW TO SEX AND THE CITY!" Boy, since when did I start getting embarrassed at stuff like this? At this point lesser men than me would have given up on women entirely.
I counted about eighty women in the rapidly filling theater - and only four men, three of them pretending to read something of world shattering importance on their cell phones.
"How many men" the DM asked?
"Four" I said. A little too quickly.
Then DM left to grab something leaving me feeling strangely very alone. Loads of women filed in, filling up seats nearby. One came in a pink shirt bearing the logo of the movie. Never have I seen so many women in a theater and never have I heard so much pre-movie chatter.
Thankfully the DM returned and I could breathe again. Two more people walked in.
"Make that six men" I told the DM. "No wait, just 5. His wife just looks like a man"
I have a long standing connection with Sex and The City. And it works like this: I very rarely watch American TV - except when captive on flights. But I am honestly interested. Because I love to read, I read all about the shows. I am in the know about a lot of them: the shows, the hits, the flops, the stars and the networks.
So often enough the DM will ask me to find her a good show for time pass and I'll point her to one that appears up her alley - thus giving me an opportunity to watch for a few minutes and take mental notes. (Sample: Sarah Jessica Parker, whip smart ability to channel infectious girly vibe mingled with mature woman pathos, otherwise limited.)
It was in this way that the DM got hooked on Beverly Hills 90210, then Melrose Place and finally Sex and The City. (I had however nothing to do with the DM's addiction to The Bold and the Beautiful.)
So besides owing the DM, there was this sense of obligation to help with her closure. Have I made enough excuses already?
The movie itself is smartly written: it should appeal to fans of the show who miss it and the new ones walking in will instantly connect with the show within the movie.
I've never seen such huge lines waiting for the next show as I did when I walked out. And at this point I did my best to look pissed as I walked out just to see if I could freak people out. One woman in hair that looked like it had exploded asked the DM about the movie.
"It was awesome!" the DM offered.
Exploding woman's mouth fell open.
"Really!!" she gasped.
Well, its a matter of opinion. Lekin sab interests to madde nazar rakhte hue, yes.