I wouldn’t get too bothered by any potential “response” as it’s most likely message board smoke. In the real world, 99.9% of us will sit there and bear it, and not rush up to confront, belt out show tunes like some PCP-crazed Hyacinth Bucket, or give someone the emergency beatdown they may or may not deserve. Most of us are not going to get involved and will suffer silently (“I’ll give them such a frowning!” - Grandpa Simpson paraphrased), waiting for when we can rush home to talk about it on an internet message board like a 21st Century Walter Mitty.
I’m not calling anyone specifically a liar; I can see the indignant responses already, but calm down and read. What proof would I have either way? Who am I to say anyone isn’t a Pit Bull of Interpersonal Situations? I don’t know you and you don’t know me. But I do know from scores of situations with obnoxious people that the vast, vast, VAST majority of the people do nothing whatsoever to actively stop obnoxious jerks. We sit there and hope for cosmic justice that will never come. It would be odd to discover that a place like the SDMB was somehow populated with all the brave people that I (almost) never see IRL. The only person I have ever seen confront people in a theatre is Skipmagic - yes, you read that right, gentle, lamb of God peaceful Skipmagic.
Me? Nope. Don’t look to me to confront Skammer as he talks to T-Dog about his new 20-inch spinners while Pirates is playing. You think I want to get pounded on by some horse-testosterone-injecting teenage psychopath who could come within a hair of killing me and only get Diversion until 18 as a result? I go to the manager, and complain sternly, calmly, and professionally. The jerks get thrown out, I get free future movie passes and a refund on the current movie. Sometimes I get free popcorn too. If your theatre won’t take action, then find another theatre. Unless you live in a tiny town like East Bumfuckshire (“population 231 - sa-lute!”) you most likely have a choice of theatres.
And I’ll add that I’d rather have a couple of snapperheads talking on their cell phones than one screaming baby. You know, the ones where the parents categorically refuse to leave the theatre, and the baby screams for nearly an hour straight, so loud and long that it makes gasping sounds before each howl? Shit, I’ll listen to little Brandon’s girl troubles all movie long rather than listen to
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! (GASP…GURGLE…CHOKE) WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! …
And what about the parents that let their kids run wild in the sprawling day care center that most of us call a theatre? What’s more distracting - Gangsta Bitch Barbie texting her latest attempt at getting syphillis before she’s 14, or a child walking up to the front of the theatre, standing in front of the movie (“R-rated”, no less) and reaching up to touch the screen, yelling out “MWAH BAH GUH EIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!” - while the parents do nothing???
The correct answer is, of course, both of them are obnoxious, just some are more obnoxious to some of us.