Some revolutionaries, eh?
Emerging from that screening (it's a truly terrible film, by the way) I heard the news that a first-time Labour candidate had been hounded out of an estate in Tallaght while canvassing, the young woman being abused and her ordeal recorded and uploaded online for all the world to see her humiliation.
Some would argue that anyone considering a career in politics needs to develop a tough hide, and while that's certainly the case, there is a world of difference between having a skin thick enough to withstand a baiting by Vincent Browne and enduring a potential battering from bully boys. Even the Shinners would distance themselves from mob behaviour like this.
Ah, my old friends the Shinners: what a few days it's been for them. At the start of the week they were absolutely flying, looking great in the polls for both the local and European elections.
Streaking ahead with idiots who fall for their 'bright new alternative' bull, despite the fact that a class of reasonably bright 10-year-olds with a grasp of middling-to-hard sums could drive an armoured car through their economic proposals. And then ... and then.
The arrest of the appalling Gerry Adams with regard to the abduction, murder and disappearing of Jean McConville in 1972 soon put a halt to their gallop.
Suddenly they were on the back foot. Every one of their candidates was immediately caught in the headlights as the questions shifted from what they were going to do to this country (perish the thought but have your passport up to date just in case) to what their leader did or did not do in his country four decades ago.
It was interesting to watch Shinners squirm when confronted with the allegations of Adams' membership and, indeed, leadership of the IRA in Belfast.
I only hope Adams got a couple of decent nights' kip in his cell at Antrim police station, because that's more than Jean McConville's family have had for the past 40 years.