On Leaving the Movie Theatre (sorry, Roland Barthes)
Fellow Moviegoers-
STOP WITH THE TALKING. At every movie I've seen in the past few weeks, at least one of you has to start talking as the opening credits roll, and then never stop. I hate you so much.
Yes, you, Mr. Man-Sitting-Behind-Me at Children of Men. Shrieking "WOOHOO!" in a near-simian tone every time Clive Owen does something badass is not ( Read more... )
STOP WITH THE TALKING. At every movie I've seen in the past few weeks, at least one of you has to start talking as the opening credits roll, and then never stop. I hate you so much.
Yes, you, Mr. Man-Sitting-Behind-Me at Children of Men. Shrieking "WOOHOO!" in a near-simian tone every time Clive Owen does something badass is not ( Read more... )
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That is beyond cool. I want a theater like that in my town, now. Precisely because I'd need to store the bodies of theater-goers such as you describe.
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