
Last night, Bostonist was on hand for J. Cannibal's screening of The Evil Dead at Brookline's Coolidge Corner Theater, and it was terrible. We expected the film to be bad, but our fellow patrons were even worse. One group drowned out the film's soundtrack with an eighty-five minute long running commentary that was so violent and misogynist that one female patron felt unsafe exiting the theater.
Now, Bostonist understands the value of yelling at the screen while watching a bad movie. That's half the fun of seeing the things in a group. But when neophytes can't follow the plot of a D-grade horror clunker because all they can hear is a bunch of jerks in the back yelling "Die, bitch die!" and making rape and tampon jokes, well, there's a problem.
Misogyny is a part of horror movies -- the women characters are the ones who get undressed and cut to bits in gruesomely sexual ways. But it's not the part that the audience need encourage -- or reinforce. Bostonist had an epiphany, listening to the bellowing idiots at the Coolidge: maybe it isn't horror films that scare those jerks. Maybe it's women.
Confidential to J. Cannibal and the Coolidge: if you don't have the fortitude to kick a bunch of losers out of a movie theater (J. Cannibal, who onstage is a roaring alpha hypeman, turned Cowardly Lion when confronting the patrons, offering a meek, "Hey guys, could you please be a little quiet?"), then Bostonist doesn't have ten bucks to give you.


