The movie’s over. I know this because I hear the strains of some shitbox Celine song and I see credits rolling.This is my cue to vamanos. I saw Scream 2. The theater’s still dark. I could die if I stay in my seat popping Milk Duds. Anyway, I have to hit the head. It was a 90-minute movie, after all.
There’s just one problem. Peen Shalit next to me is gazing at the screen as though it’s the beginning of Star Wars or a Magic Eye image.
Excuse me, sir, did you work on the film? Are you in the business? Did you happen to be in Utah during Sundance last year? Is Jeremy Piven your second cousin? Do you think there’s a clue to an episode of Lost embedded somewhere between the grip and best boy credits? Do you sleep with your eyes open? No? Then why are you still sitting there? You’re blocking my passage and the ushers need to clean up the remnants of your jumbo combo snack box before the next screening.
Sure, if outtakes or additional footage have been added to the credits, hang out. I'm right there with you. I don't want to miss Will Ferrell ad libbing hilarity, either. But that's not usually the case. If you have to watch the credits because you’re avoiding going home to an empty or angry house or because you’re an aficionado who says “film” instead of “movie” and takes your two-week vacation during your city’s film festival, at least have the decency to sit in the middle of a row so I don’t have to play impromptu aisle Twister. Consider doing what any self-respecting film buff does: study IMDB when you get home.
If I have to give you one more lap dance as I’m leaving The Squeakquel, I’m going to pack a boom mic in my bag along with my contraband snacks and go Darth Maul on you.
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Two words for you...aisle seat! That's where I sit!
But if you leave during the credits, you just might miss the clever little scene at the very end of the movie. The Sixth Sense, for example, revealed that Bruce Willis wasn't really a ghost, but that we all are. Wow.
I admit it, I used to be a credit watcher! I still am to some extent, but my family usually bolts so I have to leave as well... and my dreams of working in the industry are pretty much toast, so it's not as exciting anyway. :)
I am actually industry, and live in a town with a bunch of other industry people. I sit in the middle of the row and I don't expect my friends to wait with me.
What chaps MY hide is the yahoo in row in front of me who stands up and then takes for-freaking-ever putting on his coat as I stretch around to see who's working where now, and who to congratulate on work well done. Grrr.
I confess I stick around to read them, mainly to see the music information. They should put that info right at the start of them - we already know Sandra Fucking Bullock was in the damned thing.
The only credits I watch are at the end of MST3K episodes, but even those are painful sometimes. Otherwise, I’ll stick around if I know there is something goofy at the end of the credits.
The Sixth Sense, for example, revealed that Bruce Willis wasn't really a ghost, but that we all are. Wow.
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I like watching the credits, partly to see what negative cutting Mo Henry has been doing lately. (Not as much in the past several years.)
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