🎬 Booked a first day first show for a hero I do not even like

Last Friday I woke at five, wore a clean shirt, and went to a 6 am show of a big release near Dilsukhnagar. The hero is not my favourite, but my younger brother is a fan and begged me to take him. The hall was full. There were flower garlands on the screen before the film began, and a man in the second row was holding up a cut out of the hero that was bigger than my brother. I expected to be irritated. Instead, when the title card came, the noise in that hall was the loudest thing I have heard in a cinema, and I caught myself clapping with everyone. The film was average. The crowd was not. The ticket cost 250 rupees and tea afterwards cost 20. We got home at nine and my mother asked how it was. My brother said it was the best day of his life. I said it was okay, and she did not believe me. Is it just the crowd that makes it worth it, or is the film also supposed to matter? I am still deciding.

The second row man with the cut out sounds like a tradition by now. At our hall near Kothapet somebody brought a whole drum and the manager let it go for ten minutes. Your mother not believing you is believable, since you clapped through the title card. I think the film matters, but only after the crowd has done its part. Which one was it, if you do not mind saying?

I went through the same thing for a hero I could not stand, and the crowd noise did most of the work. I do not even remember the film. My cousin carried a milk packet for the cut out ceremony, and the guy next to us gave it away as prasad. The first day crowd is half the ticket, so the film matters less than we pretend.