of windows and fluttering curtains
Funny, i had the exact same experience at the Musée d'Art Moderne. It was at the opening of a Richard Long exhibition. My friend who was an art dealer whom i had gone to the event with came up to me while i was contemplating a work of art. He stood quietly for a few minutes then asked, "What are you looking at?" I said, "This piece right here—it's the best in the place." He asked what i liked about it, i described my thoughts and responses to him. Then he said, "You do realize, don't you, that that is just a window with the shade pulled down?" And surpisingly it was true, though it didn't change my opinion in the slightest.
That's a little like saying you didn't like the movie because the seat was sticky and that the treacly effluvium of soda pop made you nauseous.The movie, by the way, some Franco-German chantefable starring Mireille Mathieu and Kirk Douglas, was a real dog, and the unpleasantness of being glued to an inferior plastic, the type used in theater seats of the shoddiest caliber, was only accidentally metaphoric.
what movie??? is this a real souvenir of yours? :-)