The Nerve

[kybearfuzz]

I went to the movies right after work today to catch a matinee of "The Collection." I like horror movies and the previews to this one looked interesting to me. I remember seeing "The Collector," on DVD a few years back.

There were five people in the theater -- a young couple, a couple of young ladies together, and me.

After ten minutes or so into the movie, I was amazed at the gall that some young people have when it comes to the movies. I was watching a scene when I heard talking. I was in the back of the theater and wasn't sure it wasn't something from the surround sound system, but what was being said didn't match the scene on the screen.

I looked down at the young couple and saw the young lady's blonde hair glowing from the light from her cell phone as it was stuck to her ear. Seriously, she was talking ON THE PHONE ... OUT LOUD during a movie. Texting I could handle, at least it is quiet, but this was the rudest thing I've seen in the theater in a while.

Like Murphy the Cat stalking a paper ball, I crept forward over the row of seats, ready to give this uncouth little tart a scare she was not expecting even during this horror movie. Just at the moment I was about to yell at her, she said "bye" on the phone.

I settled back to my seat, hoping this was done. She then kept talking off and on to her boyfriend and texting. She'd burned up her leeway with me, so I left the theater and went to the concession stand.

"Can I help you, sir?" said the young lady at the counter.

"Yes, there is a little blonde bitch sitting dead center in theater 3 talking on her phone and texting during the movie. She won't be hard to spot, there are only five people in the theater and she's the only blonde," I sternly replied.

The young lady paged a manager as I walked back to the theater. I got back to my seat, knowing full well this was likely a futile gesture. I saw three ushers come to the edge of the stairs and, of course, the brat was a perfect movie patron during their 20 second visit.

She seemed to tone it down for the rest of the movie. I stared daggers at her as she left during the credits. At best, she was 17 and gave the outward impression that she was a pretty, vapid Paris Hilton-wannabe. She didn't notice my evil glare, as I'm sure she's used to being stared at.

The movie was okay, nothing spectacular, but the blonde obviously affected the movie-going experience.

Comments

[qbear.livejournal.com]

Whenever this happens, we always complain to the management after the film (because we don't want to miss any of it) and usually get free passes to another movie. It's really their fault for not enforcing the no talking/texting/cell phone rules. But we usually avoid the theaters altogether these days and wait for the DVD or Netflix to stream it. Especially the younger generation these days have absolutely no sense of consideration for other people.

[kybearfuzz.livejournal.com]

I think that people are just used to watching movies at home and being able to speak out loud during it.

Movie etiquette is a becoming a lost skill.