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kybearfuzzTonight after dinner I went to go see Final Destination 5. Yeah, I know, but my love for horror movies knows little bounds. I even paid the extra bit to catch the 3D version.
Normally, I'd launch into the good or bad of the movie, but thanks to three inconsiderate, mouthy bitches who sat in the row behind me, I didn't enjoy it. The three of them spoke in a near regular volume tone to each other throughout the movie.
After the first "death," I ventured out and told the concession person about them and asked if someone could come in. Fifteen minutes, two "deaths" and multiple continuing comments from the aggravating, no one had come in to handle them. So I finally had enough and went back out, this time to the main desk where I spoke to someone in a tie. I guess that made him important and just told him I wanted my money back. I explained I'd already been out once and now was having to do it again for the little verbal hags. He gave me back my money, told me he'd send someone in immediately, and said I could finish the movie. I was tempted to walk out, but I figured I might as well catch a bit more.
When back in the theater, I moved to a different seat, farther away from the girls, but I swear I could STILL HEAR THEM! A security officer came in, a local policeman even, and I thought I was finally getting some action. However, he just stayed near the door and I thought maybe he thought they were on that side. I got up to tell him where they were, but he had just come in to watch the movie. While we were whispering, the usher came in. He came in, asked me about the talkers, and walked over there near them. He stood there for three whole minutes and the girls didn't talk for that time. Then he left. So it was pointless.
I didn't expect him to babysit them, but I would have at least thought he should tell them to shut up or they'd be asked to leave or something.
I'm going to be a bitch myself and write the customer service for the theater at least.
Normally, I'd launch into the good or bad of the movie, but thanks to three inconsiderate, mouthy bitches who sat in the row behind me, I didn't enjoy it. The three of them spoke in a near regular volume tone to each other throughout the movie.
After the first "death," I ventured out and told the concession person about them and asked if someone could come in. Fifteen minutes, two "deaths" and multiple continuing comments from the aggravating, no one had come in to handle them. So I finally had enough and went back out, this time to the main desk where I spoke to someone in a tie. I guess that made him important and just told him I wanted my money back. I explained I'd already been out once and now was having to do it again for the little verbal hags. He gave me back my money, told me he'd send someone in immediately, and said I could finish the movie. I was tempted to walk out, but I figured I might as well catch a bit more.
When back in the theater, I moved to a different seat, farther away from the girls, but I swear I could STILL HEAR THEM! A security officer came in, a local policeman even, and I thought I was finally getting some action. However, he just stayed near the door and I thought maybe he thought they were on that side. I got up to tell him where they were, but he had just come in to watch the movie. While we were whispering, the usher came in. He came in, asked me about the talkers, and walked over there near them. He stood there for three whole minutes and the girls didn't talk for that time. Then he left. So it was pointless.
I didn't expect him to babysit them, but I would have at least thought he should tell them to shut up or they'd be asked to leave or something.
I'm going to be a bitch myself and write the customer service for the theater at least.
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Date: 2011-08-13 03:23 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2011-08-13 03:16 pm (UTC)The last time I went, there was someone who kept pulling out their phone every 10 minutes, and I could see it every single time and it distracted me from the film.
Its not like a kids movie either, where you expect to be distracted every five seconds.
And then there's the new style popcorn bags. They rustle and crinkle and make just about as much noise as people who talk. I'm not the most noise-observant person, but when the person behind me (or in front, or besides me) is making so much noise with their popcorn I get irritated. Same goes for slurping down their soda, or rustling their candy wrappers.
There seems to be no cultural appreciation for the expectation of quietness or distraction-free viewing during a film anymore.
I had to stop and think for a minute. The last time I went to a film and the audience was spellbound by the film to the point where there were no distractions was probably the last Harry Potter film this summer- or Return of the King back in 2004.