Terry Prone: Sorry, but can film characters stop with the incessant apologising?
ME, A breastfeeding baby, and its mother. We had the whole cinema to ourselves. Me and the mother socially-distanced from each other like we’d each got a degree in it during covid.
When the guy was selling me the ticket, he had warned me. The warning was so unexpected that I had to get him to repeat it. This showing of was kind of restricted to young mothers, although if I didn’t mind being present when those mothers breastfed, he could let me in with them. It would be grand, I said. Not, as it turned out, that the mothers for whom the showing was restricted were in much supply. But then, at 10.45am, many of them mightn’t have had their day sorted.





