Cheering on Annabelle

Go watch a movie in India. Go for any one, of any language, but try go on the opening weekend, when the theatre is packed, and the opening credits roll out with cheers and whistles.

Last night, along with a large bunch of my classmates and juniors, I watched Annabelle Creations, another long awaited movie from the Conjuring universe, or as my friend Sitara described it, - the prequel of the prequel.

A weird combination of anxiety and excitement filled the room, and as soon as the lights dimmed, a wave of cheer rose from the seats, and a few whistles followed soon enough.

We gasped together, screamed together, trembled and jumped in our seats together, or at least the few of us who were actually scared, like the guy right in front of my seat (and me, of course), who sank deeper and deeper into our seats, and slowly covered very inch of our faces and ears by the end of it.

Jokes erupted from a few corners, and comments were made, and whispers of 'Idiot! Don't go into that room!' or 'Why is she going in there? Can't she just go back to sleep?' were heard. And the memorable moment was when laughter and whistled roared in whenever the doll popped up, with it's poker face slash sinister smiling face appeared behind the characters, in the oddest of moments. Just a glimpse of it, and the crowd went wild.

So I invite you. 

Come watch a movie in India.
Claps, cheers and whistles will be blown at dialogues, and sometimes questions will be answered from the seats behind you. Witty insights will be produced, but I guarantee you, you will enjoy. Even if not the movie, the company you share in that dark theatre.