Moviegoers...

If you don’t love movies, then you don’t love America. Because everyone loves movies which means you get a vast array of people in the crowd when you travel to your local cineplex, plop down too much of your hard-earned money (unless you’re a bum), buy some pop corn with extra butter, and watch your favorite film icons frolic around on the screen for your entertainment. Sometimes having a diverse crowd is good... but sometimes it is very, very, VERY bad. 

There are two ways someone can affect you when you see them in the theater. They can either take away from your film viewing experience (i.e. kicking your seat, talking, making out with their girlfriend in front of you, or whatever), or they can make you loath some parts of society.

First let’s talk about the taking away from your film viewing experience. I have accidentally kicked someone’s seat before so I’m not going to harp on that one. I don’t, however, cackle at the top of my lungs every time my favorite comedian (or comedienne for the ladies) opens his or her mouth. In a well written movie (so... not too often), dialogue after and between jokes is also important so your hyena-like laughter is making me miss valuable things in the plot. Also, it’s just plain annoying. Not everyone has a cute or even palatable laugh. If you don’t, please learn that about yourself and don’t ever go see a comedy film again.

Now what about the people that make you loath some parts of society? Well this can happen anywhere (like... Walmart), but I’ll tell you how it can happen at the movies. I was in a local theater to watch Predators because I had some spare time and wasn’t too discriminating with my film choices. When my friend and I were sitting, anxiously awaiting the trailers, I see a man walk in holding his daughter’s hand... she looked to be between 5 and 8 years old. Seriously? That kid knows what she’s seeing and it could scar her for life... or worse, she could turn out like Dexter (a TV character who got exposed to extreme violence very young and is now a serial killer). Opposite of what you might think, that’s worse than taking a baby to a raunchy comedy starring Melissa McCarthy. Which, in case you were wondering, I did see someone do. The baby doesn’t know what’s going on but that 7 year old sure does.

So I wrote this one as a lesson (and possibly because I recently saw The Heat and couldn’t hear half of it because people were laughing obnoxiously behind me). The lesson is:  DON’T ANNOY ME AT THE MOVIES OR I’LL BLOG ABOUT YOU... ON A BLOG THAT GETS LIKE 8 HITS TOTAL... EVER... SO SHARE THIS BLOG WITH EVERYONE AND GET THEM TO SUBSCRIBE.

I know it’s a long lesson, but it’s worth it.

That’s it for now...