Cinema Code of Conduct
Our good friend Wynter Tyson over at CinemaScream (or is that Cinema’s Cream?) made a good spot a couple of weeks ago: a new set of cinema laws laid down by film critic Mark Kermode and radio presenter Simon Mayo. Wynter also challenged the greater blogging community to add their own 11th rule, so without further ado:
Rule 11: Clean Up After Yourself.
I’m not sure if this is a uniquely Irish phenomenon, but it is certainly not as prevalent in the UK, French or US cinemas I have ever visited. There seems to be an unwritten acceptance that the Irish cinema-going public will just drop whatever boxes, cartons, paper cups, sweet wrappers and mobile troughs we have gorged ourselves out of as soon as we are finished with them, leaving them for the beleaguered cinema staff to clean up. The major problem with this is the cinema staff don’t always get around to it. Empty popcorn boxes or Coke cups are not so bad, but my issue really stems back to my Wall.E cinema experience when I made my way through a darkened cinema and sat square into a tray of warm nacho cheese sauce someone had kindly left on the seat earlier. My awe at Disney’s finest work since The Lion King was somewhat hampered by my light linen trousers being soaked through in pungent viscous yellow goop. The car journey home in my mate’s leather-seated Mercedes was also a little awkward.