Why did you put up with their behavior, Juliebird? (if you don't mind my asking)

There were three older ladies sitting behind my friend and I last week when we went to see Death at a Funeral who would not shut the fuck up! They were talking at top volume all the way through, commenting on what was happening on the screen. Even though I turned around and point blank told them to SHUT THE FUCK UP! three times. The just acted like I wasn't talking to them. It got to the point that it was actually more funny than annoying.

Although I don't really know if the movie itself was any good.

Why did you put up with their behavior, Juliebird? (if you don't mind my asking)

In short, I'm a pushover, and in cases of wanting quiet, having a conversation during the movie about wanting them to be quiet seems contradictory.

Longer version, I've experienced similar situations with these two before, and they basically don't give a flying f***. They basically manipulate the situations into "oh look, she's so serious with that giant stick up her butt. We're not being annoying and rude and inconsiderate, you just have no sense of humor".

Also, he was drunk and the best thing to do in those situations is pretend you don't exist. I considered getting up and simply moving to another seat, but then of course I'd face the consequences long after the movie was over. And I still wouldn't be able to enjoy the movie because I'd be thinking about how mad I was that I had to resort to those measures.

Of course, after the movie was over I remarked that Transformers was a horrible movie, in which case the ugly drunk got uglier.

Happy birthday to me! (That was part of my present, finally getting to see Bourne Ultimatum).

In other related news, I started reading the books, and MY GOD! I've read bad fanfiction that was better. The characters speaking their thoughts out loud and the romance that came out of nowhere (besides all the references to Marie's heaving breasts and how close they were pressed together as Bourne smacks her around), the insipid dialogue and "Oh, my darling!"s. It's a bodice-rippper, for real!

I just realized one of the reasons why I still like the first movie the best is that each of the assassins you meet seem to come with a story of their own. In Supremacy there's a little of that with Not!Celeborn, but with Karl Urban's character I didn't get that feeling. It was more stereoptypical rootless, we meet him in a club, no hints to anything more, and there was less of that in Ultimatum (but, again, I may have missed something due to the fuming over the incessant whispering and snickering).

Longer version, I've experienced similar situations with these two before, and they basically don't give a flying f***. They basically manipulate the situations into "oh look, she's so serious with that giant stick up her butt. We're not being annoying and rude and inconsiderate, you just have no sense of humor".

See, these are the kind of people I don't go to movies with anymore.

Ugh, what a totally shitty birthday present! Why do people need to be such assfaces? If we lived in the same city, I'd totally see it with you and be beautifully sober and decorously silent throughout (except for possible gasps during the suspenseful moments or the occasional very tiny whimper when Matt Damon flexes his arm muscles).

In other related news, I started reading the books, and MY GOD! I've read bad fanfiction that was better. The characters speaking their thoughts out loud and the romance that came out of nowhere (besides all the references to Marie's heaving breasts and how close they were pressed together as Bourne smacks her around), the insipid dialogue and "Oh, my darling!"s. It's a bodice-rippper, for real!

My sister! I staggered through the first book and gave up just three chapters into the second, and it felt SO DAMN GOOD to stop.

See, these are the kind of people I don't go to movies with anymore.

I know now not to risk it anymore with those two. The girlfriend was a new factor in the movie-going experience. Looking back, I shoulda known better.

I went to see Cold Mountain with a now-ex-BF, and in the first ten minutes he turned to me and said, "So what do you think of the movie so far?" as if he fully expected to carry out an analytical conversation as the movie was in progress.

I have a friend who is a movie talker and the last time I went to a movie with her (HP5) I was like, "Okay, love you but not sitting near you because you talk and it bugs." She was totally cool with it because, well, she has a normal sense of humor about herself. (and she's really not that bad of a movie talker)

I considered getting up and simply moving to another seat, but then of course I'd face the consequences long after the movie was over.

uh, I'm thinking if one of the consequences is these people not wanting to go to movies with you that maybe would be a good thing!

JZ! Oh, how we could gasp and whimper together (dirty!) over Matt Damon's flexing muscles and manpain!

My sister! I staggered through the first book and gave up just three chapters into the second, and it felt SO DAMN GOOD to stop.

I'd have stopped reading the book, but I've begun enjoying updating my mother on how awful it is. It's also poetic that the binding came undone and the book is falling apart as I read it. I've never read a book where I enjoyed stopping. I've always read to the end and then wished I hadn't.

Movie! At several points in the movie they flashed pictures of Bourne's picture from his file, and seeing that baby-face and smile just really put the spotlight on how beatup and rundown he was becoming, how everything was bearing down on him. And then at the end when he turns to the asset and says "Look what they make you give", he was just ready to let it end there. Oh, movie!Bourne!

uh, I'm thinking if one of the consequences is these people not wanting to go to movies with you that maybe would be a good thing!

more like harassment for the rest of the month along the lines of "you big baby, were we bothering you? Hey, [everyone], Julie went into the back of the theatre and sulked! Remember? It was sooo funny."

I totally loved reading at least the first Bourne book. What sort of espionage deprived childhoods did y'all have?