I feel ripped off. We forked out £8 at the cheapo rate to see the new Elvis film at the Sunny Colch Odeon last Monday.
But wait! What’s this?
A few clicks here and there on the crappy Odeon website, and blimey - if you actually take thew time to register, rather than check out as a guest, the price comes down to a grubby fiver. Yep, that’s right: Five quid to see a flick on the big screen.
Job’s a good ‘un.
And so the Monday lunchtime entertainment for this week was Mother’s Pride, the latest English feel good film from the folk that you brought you Fisherman’s Friend. I say English feel good, because that’s exactly what it was.
It was a film that proper critics might describe as “wholesome.” It lamented the long lost English country boozer. Real ale featured, none of that fancy craft beer nonsense. There was also plenty of Morris dancing.
Which all sounds a little Brexit-y to be honest. This theme was reflected in the lunchtime audience for Screen 4 at the Sunny Colch Odeon. When the love interest young female appeared on screen for the first time, one Good Owd Essex Boy arsehole actually shouted out:
“WHORE!!!!”
You don’t get that type of behaviour back at the village cinema. I came close to walking out.
There wasn’t a lot of detail to hold my attention in the film itself. Mother’s Pride is the kind of film where if you’ve seen the trailer, then you’ve already heard the best lines. I came close to laughing once in the hour and a half comedy.
The plot was laser-guided so that you knew what was coming after the first fifteen minutes or so. There was only one way in which this film was going to end.
But still - for a cheeky fiver as part of Bum Dosser Monday, it was a half decent way to spend the afternoon.
Chin chin.