January 15, 2016
In the middle of Concussion, the projector stops, the lights come on and a loud, beeping alarm sounds, over which a recorded voice repeatedly tells us to make our way to the nearest exit, avoiding elevators. In Canada, I'd be sniffing for fire. Here, I'm preparing to duck in case someone starts shooting. My eyes dart around, seeking best hiding places. We find ourselves in the back parking lot, nary a cop car or fire truck - or employee - in sight or earshot. False alarm! We file back in and watch the rest of the movie as though nothing had happened.