A mid morning movie, more on the search for meaning & inconclusive explanations for why everyone is yelling

It’s 10.30 am and I’m sitting in the back row of a cinema in Byron Bay. There is a man sitting three seats apart from me drumming on the seat in front of him.

There are only three other people in the cinema with us and I remain aware of the seat-drumming-man for the duration of the previews and most of the film. Something about his compulsive activity sets a tone of discomfort that I was prepared for when I bought a ticket to see Joker on this sunny…