Alpha Male
I can't believe I forgot about this!
Two weekends ago, we went to see The History of Violence. It's a pretty kick-ass movie, if a little slow. I hate, HATE movie talkers. Believe it or not, I didn't plunk down 9 bucks to listen to you chit-chat with your douchebag friend nor to hear you try to figure out what the fuck is going on.
Because this enrages me so, I am accutely aware of any and all distractions during a movie. I wish it were possible to tune these people out and relax, but their utter lack of consideration for those around them grates too much. I still try, though. There's some room for talking at the start of the movie as people settle down and focus their attention, for instance. However, when we were 45 minutes into the film and the couple directly in front of us is still chatting at a conversational tone, I finally lost it.
Moron 1 said something to Moron 2. M2 didn't hear what M1 said and asked, "What?"
To which I replied in a menacing tone, "You can't hear him because there's a movie playing."
They turned to see who could be so rude as to interrupt their coffee shop banter. I stared at them, ready to send a size 14 over the chairs and into their faces. They turned around and they didn't even whisper to each other the rest of the movie.
I can't take it any more. I have to stop any and all movie talkers, even at the risk of bodily harm. If I don't say anything, I'll end up with some peptic ulcer and heart problems. If I'm going to suffer injury on this account, I want it to be in a ham-fisted blaze of glory, not a pepto- and aspirin-chugging Grand Theft Auto race to the emergency room.
Rev. Joshua
Two weekends ago, we went to see The History of Violence. It's a pretty kick-ass movie, if a little slow. I hate, HATE movie talkers. Believe it or not, I didn't plunk down 9 bucks to listen to you chit-chat with your douchebag friend nor to hear you try to figure out what the fuck is going on.
Because this enrages me so, I am accutely aware of any and all distractions during a movie. I wish it were possible to tune these people out and relax, but their utter lack of consideration for those around them grates too much. I still try, though. There's some room for talking at the start of the movie as people settle down and focus their attention, for instance. However, when we were 45 minutes into the film and the couple directly in front of us is still chatting at a conversational tone, I finally lost it.
Moron 1 said something to Moron 2. M2 didn't hear what M1 said and asked, "What?"
To which I replied in a menacing tone, "You can't hear him because there's a movie playing."
They turned to see who could be so rude as to interrupt their coffee shop banter. I stared at them, ready to send a size 14 over the chairs and into their faces. They turned around and they didn't even whisper to each other the rest of the movie.
I can't take it any more. I have to stop any and all movie talkers, even at the risk of bodily harm. If I don't say anything, I'll end up with some peptic ulcer and heart problems. If I'm going to suffer injury on this account, I want it to be in a ham-fisted blaze of glory, not a pepto- and aspirin-chugging Grand Theft Auto race to the emergency room.
Rev. Joshua
posted by Ueberyak at 11:41 AM
2 Comments:
when i go to a kids movie with my kids (e.g. monsters inc., etc.) i expect some talking. i'm pretty intolerant of people being stupid and incosiderate. the only thing worse than somebody's conversation is the chick who brought her 3 year-old to constantine when i went.
Yeah, if you're at the 3:00 pm showing of Sponge Bob, you gotta let it slide.
I hate parents that bring little kids to horror flicks. Just get a friggin' babysitter.
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