When it first came out, Liam and I went to see The Dark Knight Rises. Though we love Nolan’s trilogy a lot, we’re not the hardcore Batman fans who camped out and waited to see the movie at midnight. (For me, that’s Harry Potter.)
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So instead of being caught the evening and weekend rushes, we went to an earlier showing on a weekday. And therein lies our mistake.
I don’t know if we just happened to have bad luck, or if all the douchebags come out inthe early evenings, leaving the night showings for the diehards. But I was unprepared for how furious sitting through this movie would make me.
I picked out the best seats in the house, (middle of the middle, obiovusly) and settled in, full of excitement for the movie. Little did I know I was sitting in a trifecta of obnoxious terrors.
That’s right. Talkers behind me on both the left and the right, and a cell phone user right in front of me. Quite frankly I’m not sure how I didn’t explode. I couldn’t focus on the movie at all, and was so filled with rage that when I left I all but hated the movie for no good reasons.
A couple of nights ago, Liam was working a late shift, so I figured that I should give the movie another chance. It wasn’t fair of me to judge it through my anger at the inconsiderate people around me. So I got my ticket, got my snacks, and settled in the theater as close to my favourite seats as I could get, while trying not to get to near anybody.
As the movie started, a girl my age and her mother were stage whispering to each other, so with the absolute most contempt I could muster, I turned to look directly at them and let out a long “SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.” The girl leaned past her mom to glare at me, as if she was completely offended that I had scolded her for talking during a movie, but I just turned back to the screen, and for the rest of the movie they never said a word.
This time around, I loved the film. I couldn’t even remember the things that bothered me the last time I watched it. And when I left the theater, I felt that all was right in the world.
If you’re unsure about your theater etiquette, take this lesson from The Oatmeal.