
I knew from earlier in the week that the group were going and that I was welcome to join them if I wished. So I texted Elsa (in french of course) and she replies that they're goin to see 'Ce que pensent les hommes!' (translation-'what men think') Now here was my first crucial mistake. In the text she replied 'lol' at my poor attempt at french. I mistook that as the name of the film we were going to see (LOL is showing at the minute by the way) and that Elsa was explaining it was a chick flick. But I was wrong. The film we actually went to see was 'He's just not that into you', a title poorly translated by french cinema if you ask me!
Anyway there's more: the chick flick reference kinda threw me so I googled LOL for a review. THAT film is not a chick flick so I was ok with that. So I replied to Elsa that I had read a review, its seemed fine, yes I'd join them. Her reply was 'whoa have no idea what you just said, have you seen it already? reply back in english!' (Turns out review is not 'revoir' - that means to have seen something already!) Anyhow, we finally clarify times, location and name of the cinema. All I have to do now is get there, right?...
I take the metro. Its so handy and the cinema is on my line which is great. I find the street no problem and even the cinema. 'She said it was called Gaumont Opera something...ah Gaumont Opera Premiere, there it is.' I'm early. This has never happened before. I start gettin anxious. Maybe there's another cinema of the same branch up the street and I'm at the wrong one? I start walking. Halfway down the street I realised I'm just being silly and start walking back. Then when I get back I look across the road. F**k I WAS right, there's a cinema opposite me with the same name! Which one is it? I cross the road to check it out but can't find a listing for LOL (i'm still thinking its that film). I ring Elsa. No response. She rings me a few minutes later. 'Where are you?' I tell her where I am. Its the wrong one. 'Across the road, on the other side of the junction' So I cross over. They're not there. She rings again. 'No its the OTHER side of the junction' Huh? Then I see it. Its smaller and only a few doors up from where I was. Its called 'Gaumont Opera FRANCAIS'...
So we go in, we queue at the ticket machine and surprise surprise it won't accept any of my cards. We have to go a cash desk, skip the queue and then leg it to the screen. Its jammers. We get the last of the front row seats and settle down to the film. Thank the lord its in English! (french subtitles, mmwwhahahaha!)
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