“He did it for sure.” “What’s happening. I don’t understand?” “What did she say?” “Hello? How ya doing? I’m in the movies. Where are you?” “No, that’s his wife, the other woman is his mistress. No, not the blonde, the brunette, the brunette.” I have admittedly said, or wanted to say, “shhhh,” while watching a movie in a theatre.

MOMA (The Museum of Modern Art in New York) has an outstanding film selection with daily showings. As a member you can see an endless selection of films for free. (There are some dedicated regulars, who claim a particular seat as their own, despite the open seating policy. I have been directly confronted and acquiesced.)

MOMA was showing a series of short, early silent films. Often they are accompanied with a musical soundtrack, recorded or live, but this particular program had neither. The films were silent, silent films.

The theatre was quiet. The films varied in theme.  One amusing film elicited appropriate laughter.

I was startled to hear “SHHHH,” from a viewer in the audience.