That‚Äôs when I noticed other people in the cinema were making ‚ÄúHHHHH HHHH‚ÄĚ noises too; all of them laughing or choking on small parts of toys. I squirmed in my seat really loudly, as if to say: ‚ÄúOh come on, people! I can‚Äôt believe you‚Äôre all enjoying this! I mean, sure it‚Äôs great to have a mainstream studio film with an all-Asian cast, but the acting is clunky, the characters are cliches, the plot is derivative …‚ÄĚ
But I never got to finish my ranty seat squirm because I was rudely interrupted by a woman sitting on the other side of me. She slightly readjusted her elbow on the armrest, as if to say: ‚ÄúKeep still, squirmer. We‚Äôre all trying to watch this delightfully engaging romp!‚ÄĚ And a couple in front twitched their heads, as if to say: ‚ÄúYeah, the whole world‚Äôs gone crazy for Crazy Rich Asians! It‚Äôs a box office triumph!‚ÄĚ And a guy behind me softly crinkled his chip packet, as if to say: ‚ÄúSorry to say it buddy, but you‚Äôre completely out of touch with popular culture!‚ÄĚ
Everyone was ganging up on me. Things got nasty fast.
So I slumped down in my seat, as if to sarcastically mumble: ‚ÄúSorrr-ryyyyyy.‚ÄĚ Then I sat in silence, pondering whether what they said was true. Maybe I am out of touch with popular culture. I don‚Äôt seem to get all kinds of things that everyone else seems to get. I don‚Äôt get this movie. I don‚Äôt get Instagram. I don‚Äôt get soccer and tattoos and Miranda Kerr‚Äôs head. I don‚Äôt