When you think about it, having a cheeky feast on a bucket of small air-filled kernels of corn whilst trying to take in the collective work of a group of talented individuals, is rather mental. You dont whip out a bag of pretzels and start munching away down your local art gallery do you? Or chomp on a bag of crisps throughout your average gig? No, because youre thoroughly engaged with whats in front of you, satiated by the mind-controlling toxicity of any well-produced piece of art. I ask you, what foodstuff is louder than popcorn? And unless youre chewing with the ferocity of a dying man, youre going to be crunching away like a mid-autumn morning. I must admit Im a muncher myself, much to the chagrin of those around me Im sure, but I always make a point of waiting for one of the louder moments before scooping up another mouthful. Theres nothing worse than some character-revelation-ushering silence suddenly being ruined by the nearby noise of someone rummaging around in their bucket of desperation, their fingers scraping around looking for one of those full pieces of popcorn, instead of the shards weve all been given that look like the aftermath of some horrible explosion down the local multiplex.
