Dawn ,'The Killer In Me'
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she's the type of movie viewer who will ask the person sitting next to her (aka, ME) after every plot-twisty confusing event, "Why did he do that? Does she know him? They don't have a dog, do they?", even though I'm seeing the movie for the first time, too, same as her.
My brother used to do this when he was a kid, but I managed to beat it out of him.
(Kidding!)
(Mostly!)
Kids doing that are in a different class than adults.
My brother did that, too. I wasn't allowed to beat him until this year.
I hate seeing movies with my best friend, and in fact try to avoid it, because she's the type of movie viewer who will ask the person sitting next to her (aka, ME) after every plot-twisty confusing event, "Why did he do that? Does she know him? They don't have a dog, do they?", even though I'm seeing the movie for the first time, too, same as her.
I have a former friend who's an inapproriate laugher, and would say things like "Oh my god!" right out loud. She would always get pissy when I shushed her. (Which I always did.) It got the point (before we stopped talking entirely) where I thought long and hard about any movie invitations and how bad she would behave in the theatre. It didn't help that I thought she was just trying to draw attention to herself.
Right, everybody send Corwood their bills for bankruptcy court.
Why don't we just bill him for the movies?
At least children still have the excuse of their minds and worldviews being in a state of development. Also, being obviously children, I can spot them in advance and sit far, far away.
My brother used to do this when he was a kid, but I managed to beat it out of him.
That's because you're a good sister who was helping your brother become a functioning and polite member of society. And, we thank you for it.
holds the Arclight dear
I hate seeing movies with my best friend, and in fact try to avoid it, because she's the type of movie viewer who will ask the person sitting next to her (aka, ME) after every plot-twisty confusing event, "Why did he do that? Does she know him? They don't have a dog, do they?", even though I'm seeing the movie for the first time, too, same as her.
Hey, we must have the same friend! Annoying as all get out.
The last film we saw together, she insisted on going to Union Station (DC) which is noTORious as a conversation vortex. (But it will save time she whined. I warned her, but would she listen? Nooooo.)
She ended up being so pissy about other people doing what she normally did that she actually smacked some poor woman pushing a baby carriage on the ass and yelled at her to shut up and sit down. To this day, I'm amazed the headlines didn't carry the story of our grizzly demise the next day.
We don't talk anymore. At the movies or otherwise.
I won't go to the movies with a co worker/friend after we went to see Batman Begins. He fell asleep and started snoring. Loudly. He got upset everytime I nudged and claimed not to be asleep. Eyes closed. loud snoring. So very asleep. I wanted to crawl away when people 2 rows down turned to shush him.
Years ago, I made some snarky comment about porn theatres to my soon to be husband (long since ex). He retorted that one could not have an educated opinion without experience. I agreed.
Off we went to the (no kidding) Bijou to see the "theatrical" release of a movie called Champagne...wait for why I've never forgotten the name, god help me 26 years later...
Imagine the Bijou like some seedy, B grade noir of a porn theatre. Guys in literal (rather than existential) raincoats...leering at the only present, much less just barely legal, woman. Sticky floor, stickier seats....
Roughly 10 minutes into the main event...no pun--oh who am I kidding--I hear a painfully familiar sound. I looked at my beloved and then whip-glanced around to realize that all the creepies have gotten up simultaneously and moved 3 or 4 seats closer, leering even more loudly.
Yup. My hero. Stone asleep. And that drool had nothing to do with the action on the screen. Right before I ended up with a pearly lake at my feet, the angels saved me by breaking the film and turning up the halogen house lights. The creepies scattered like roaches...a couple of them even yelped as they caught themselves in too-hastily hoisted zippers.
That particular bit of vindication still doesn't seem quite worth the year it took off my life in fright.
::jeepers, hope I didn't kill the thread...::