Well, apparently not everyone is hip to the forming cult of Apichatpong Weerasethakul.
Overheard immediately following a Saturday night IFC Center screening of Syndromes and a Century, a film made up of sweet tentative romances, lovely pop lullabye interludes, drifting clouds, swaying trees, a tranquil solar eclipse, and hushed, elegantly filmed long takes of modernist architecture:
Forty-something woman, to a quiet ticket-taker:
"That was awful. I mean AWFUL! I've never seen anything so horrible. What was it? What was it? Have people been complaining?"
"No. I think people probably go in expecting something a little weird."
"No, I need to talk to the manager. Horrible!"
DOWNSTAIRS, A FEW MOMENTS LATER, TO THE MANAGER:
"I want my money back. That was bad. Just plain bad. And I watch art films. I come here all the time, and I know art films. But that was the worst movie I've ever seen. Just bad filmmaking. Just bad! Has no one else complained?"
"No one has complained? Well, they must be too shy!"
"This is the first I'm hearing any complaints."
"So you're not going to give me my money back? It was bad. I mean, bad!"
"We don't do that."
"I can't believe this. I come here all the time."
Woman's meek, bearded BF:
"It was...pretty bad."
"I'm sorry." [leaves]
Angrily, the woman barrels out of the lobby, and charges down the mean streets of New York City on her way home, perhaps to stab a kitty cat or watch Bad Boys II.