OOM: Movie Night with Autor

[sunbaked_baker]

It takes a bit of juggling, what with the large bowl of popcorn, the smaller bowl of other snacks balanced on top, the movie, and her keys, but Rae eventually is able to open the door to her room and let them both in.

"Success!" she says, holding the door open for Autor to come in bearing the teapot and cups on their tray.

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[herr_bookman]

"You really should have let me shoulder more of the load," he huffs, fond. He sets the tray on the table and begins preparing the cups. "Which movie did you pick?"

[sunbaked_baker]

"You had both hands full already," Rae points out cheerfully, setting down the snacks.

"I couldn't decide between a bad old horror movie and something classic," she answers, looking over the nondescript movie case. "When I asked for advice, Bar suggested this one. It's a production of Hamlet, I think, though it's not one I'm familiar with - not that that narrows it down any."

There aren't many productions of Hamlet she has actually seen all the way through. "Might be German?"

[herr_bookman]

Autor raises his brows. "Consider my interest piqued," he says, crossing to her to present her cup of tea. "Well, shall we get started?"

[sunbaked_baker]

"Definitely," she says, accepting the tea and taking a sip as she moves to put in the movie and start it up. "Mm! What kind is this? It's new."

[herr_bookman]

"It's a green chai," Autor says, raising his cup. "Gunpowder green tea, peppermint, cinnamon, ginger, orange peels, cloves and cardamom. I figured a movie night deserved its own blend."

[sunbaked_baker]

"It's delicious! Great choice. We should remember this one," she says, sipping again as she grabs a pillow and settles down to watch. Some other world's intro and copyright warnings are showing on the screen.

"I guess we should be glad the tech translates okay," she grins from her spot on the far side of the bed, propped up on her elbows. "C'mon, claim a pillow and have some popcorn."

[herr_bookman]

"Won't your bed get crumbs on it?" he says, but does as instructed--after removing his shoes. Then he blinks at the movie. "This film is vaguely familiar for some odd reason."

[sunbaked_baker]

"I'll shake out the comforter later, and none shall be the wiser," Rae assures him, offering the bowl of popcorn.

The themesong playing, with the... miniature spaceships and all... doesn't look like any version of Hamlet Rae has ever seen.

"Did I get the wrong movie?"

[herr_bookman]

"Bar has a strange sense of humor, remember?" Autor says, edging closer to the wall. "How is he even breathing?"

"... just remember that this is a show, so you should really just relax."

"Oh."

[sunbaked_baker]

Rae breaks into giggling, as the theme apparently answers Autor's query in the best possible way.

"I think Bar may have been spot-on when she chose this for us."

"So," she says, as the intro concludes. "A guy named Mike is up in a satellite with robots. Forced to watch... bad movies. Oh dear."

She may still be chuckling, as Tom Servo (or rather Htom Sirveaux) explains his name change.

[herr_bookman]

"So it's a movie about people watching movies? A metafiction?" Autor says, pleased by this new development. He settles in, bumping Rae's shoulder with his own. "Ah, here's the ghost of his father."

"He's headed for the ladies room!"

"Wait, what?"

[sunbaked_baker]

'Is Horatio there?'
'A piece of him.'

'..Yeah, I have his pancreas in my pocket.'

"Are they... they're mocking the movie," Rae snickers. "And for good reason! This is a ridiculous dub."

[herr_bookman]

"Dub?" Autor asks, and then tries to keep his chuckling to himself at the next acerbic lines.

"TO BE OR--"

"No! Not yet!"

[sunbaked_baker]

"Oh gosh, I hadn't even thought... Milliways translation magic. I'm hearing this in English - but it's a German production, and the words aren't matching the movements of their mouths. It's been dubbed over, at least how I'm hearing it," Rae chortles into her hand as Claudius intones (with salacious commentary from the audience hecklers) about taking his 'sometimes-sister' as his wife.

[herr_bookman]

"I'm hearing it in English, too," he says, shaking his head. "Which is difficult because my English is terrible. No worries, though--I can at least practice."

Hamlet's stepfather's teasing--"Now go mow the lawn"--garners another snort from the boy, as well as a sip of his tea.

[sunbaked_baker]

Sorry, Autor, Rae has fallen to an attack of the giggles, face red as she tries to breathe, from when Claudius turned to Gertrude and one of the robots muttered "Tonight, I'm gonna unleash the Great Dane."

"At least... you can... keep up. This is ridiculous!" She approves.

[herr_bookman]

Autor plucks up her tea from her loose grip, shaking his head and tsking affectionately.

He can't help gigglesnorting himself when the robots ridicule Hamlet's brooding air with a well-placed, "Maybe it's just me."

[sunbaked_baker]

Autor is a good friend - he knows exactly when Rae is about to lose it.

She has herself together again and is about to reclaim her tea and murmur her thanks for Autor saving it, when Hamlet says wistfully to Horatio 'I shall not look upon his like again,' and one of the robots, offended and perhaps a little scandalized, answers, 'What were you doin' lookin' at his like?'

Then all bets are off, as a fresh wave of giggling hits.

[herr_bookman]

Autor sighs and scoops up her tea again, eyeing the snacks as well.

But he has to clamp down on his lip when the robots announce, "Scroooge!" for Hamlet's father's ghost.

"This is terrible."

[sunbaked_baker]

This gigglefit is blessedly short though, and she soon reclaims her tea, with a light shoulder-bump of thanks.

"It's brilliant!" she says, and yet, is in complete agreement. "This interpretation of the play is ridiculously awful. The commentary actually adds to it, like th-"

'Speak! I'll go no further!'

'That's not what I hear, Sunshine.'

Sorry, there was an interrupting snort of laughter from the baker, carefully holding her tea still to keep it from spilling.

[herr_bookman]

"I have never seen such a grotesque interpretation of Shakespeare's works," he says, carefully sipping his tea around soft laughter. "Why, I don't even--"

"Murder most foul..."

"He killed a chicken?"

And Autor loses it in his teacup.

[sunbaked_baker]

Nimbly, Rae catches his tea before it tips over - what are friends for, anyway?

"The problem is that all the poking-fun they do at it is... pretty much justified! That comment about needing a shrub, or even a stick would liven the place up? Completely accurate. Shakespeare was never so drab."

Ophelia sits, working on an elaborate floral needlepoint pattern and looking a bit put out with it.

'...It's supposed to be a duck.'

[herr_bookman]

"Yes, well, they've certainly picked a strange way to sati--satirize a film," Autor says, snickering all the while.

When Crow intones to Ophelia, as Hamlet, "Get thee to a bakery!", Autor dissolves into a gigglefit again.

[sunbaked_baker]

Rae gigglesnorts into her tea.

"Oh, but it's practically traditional ... we used to mock bad films in theaters like this as teens. Especially if we were the only ones in there, so there'd be no one to complain to the employees. This is just better funded."

And better scripted, and better timed.

On the screen, Ophelia flees Hamlet's staring eyes, with one of the robots calling out, 'Daaaad! Hamlet's looking at meeee!'

[herr_bookman]

Gertrude asks Claudius, "Honey? What happened to all the ear-poison?", and Autor snickers again.

"I see," he says, finally indulging in some of the popcorn. "Do you think there are more of these?"