The Waiting Game

During last year's MIFF, I waited in a queue at Village Bourke St for some considerable time, as a seemingly endless array of Metallica fans, some in Metallica T's, filed out of the cinema after having just seen Some Kind of Monster.

Tonight was no different, as the queue stretched out and beyond the cinema, as the film before Look Both Ways ran late.

Standing in a queue like this, and for so long, affording me a prolonged period of people watching, and the chance to listen into the conversation that a clearly suffering older university lecturer type bloke behind me, and a .... hag were having.

Hag:"When you're interested in arts, it's as if you aren't treated like a person."

Uni Dude:"Um...okay."

And in front I had the retro dressed collection of social misfits, who huddled together in the interests of self affirmation and mutual support in the face of society's disinterest in the painfully self absorbed. They were a hoot, from old blue suit and a needless ugly tie ponytail guy - to - all dressed in black pit hair ruffled blouse obsessive cant let anyone else talk and showing off handbag uninterested boyfriend - to - self arbsorbed conversation about herself and didn't say hi to the people she was just introduced to - these guys almost created a vapid aren't I impressive vacuum, threatening to suck all the 'humble' out of the room.

Eventually, thankfully, we were let into the movie.