Do you get paid to whine unnecessarily? I know there are people who aren’t happy unless they can find a reason to bitch and moan needlessly… are you one of these?
Or am I being totally and completely whooshed here? 
Kinda whooshed… I just saw your correction.
I would laugh 'til I peed myself if I were in the theatre with you.
Make sure you wear a big, greasy fake moustache and let your valve do some of the berating!!
I’d be right next to (well . . . maybe not right next to) Gundy cheering you on! 
They’d better make this movie right, it’s too good a book to ruin. I just know they’re going to put that awful Phillip Seymour Hoffman in the lead.
How about Phallus Phagus rather than cocksucker? Everything sounds more assuring in Latin. Ask any Priest or Altar Boy. Of course, there’s no getting past the notion of “cocksucker” being almost universally used as an insult, just as the word “gay” often is, as in “that hat looks totally gay.”
I know that feeling of hope. And I still have it. For I went on midnight opening day. The theatre was filled with loud, obnoxious, hormonally-gifted teenagers. Before the movie started, I was nervous beyond reason. I was surrounded by idiots. But, once it started, there was dead silence. I don’t think I even heard the guy in the next seat breathing for three hours. I was so proud.
Wiping away a tear
Isn’t complaining about geeks at a LotR movie a lot like complaining about body odour at a comic book convention?
:rolleyes:
Christ I can’t believe that rant is getting dissected like this. I think your offense would be best spent elsewhere.
Er…
I think the offense would be best spent elsewhere.
Yeah thats the ticket.
Dear Sir or Madam,
I am seriously offended by the next post.
Yours truly,
NoClueBoy, PhD, MD, Esq, AOL, YMMV, DD, IANAG (Mrs.)
While I was sitting in the cinema having a good weep at the first LOTR film (go ahead and laugh at me) the man sitting next to me leant across to his son and said loudly “how long do you think is left of this shit? I can’t stand much more”. He said it loudly. So I kicked him. This is how we should all deal with those who think it is appropriate to talk in the cinema.
Incidentally:
I read that and fell off my chair. Poetry.
Hey, I’M a fortyish, balding, bearded guy!
On the other hand, I really hate people who talk during movies… and I’d have stood up and cheered if I’d seen someone snatch a cell phone from its user during a film and pitch it across the theatre.
So… am I insulted?
Hm. Let me get back to you on that…
Ah but if you had got up and cheered… you would have been disrupting the film and spoiling it for everyone 
If someone had stood up and started to cheer during the movie and someone yelled “shut up or I’ll maim you!!” to that person, I probably wouldn’t get up and cheer.
I would give myself a highfive in my head though.
Coffee must reach a temperature that is potentially harmful, or else you don’t have coffee.
The old mummy should’ve been cited for inattentive driving & forced to pay the court costs brought about by her frivolous lawsuit.
Bah, I remember back in the 1930 when All Quiet On the Western Front came out. We had been waiting for ages for a proper interpetation of Remarque’s legendary work. But what di d we get? Instead of Reqmarque tale, we got a story done by Max Anderson instead.
I can remember sitting in my chair and grumbling through the pictrue show: “Where are the shitting scenes?” “What’s with all this Barb Wire laying? That was never in the book?” “Why are they starting with the military training? Remarque didn’t do that!” “Where is the humiliation of the schoolmaster? What’s this ‘visiting the old school’ nonsense!” I griped and griped and griped about Anderson’s interpetation. He had changed tons of things, the only excuse he had was to make it ‘watchable’. Pheh!
Oh the battles scenes were well done, no doubt. But its obvious Aderson had tailored them to appeal to the flapper chasing crowd of the dadaists. Pheh, not worthy of the book I say!
By golly, I was a Remarque geek and I still bristle at how they dared to ‘interpet’ scenes iun the book and dared to change stuff. By gum I complained to the nearest internet souce we had . Of course in those days we called the “letters to the editor”, and the editor called us “cranks” instead of what we preferred to be called: Remarqians.
That was Remarque-able.
How the hell do you spend an offense? I don’t even know how to spend my time. None of you do. We’re all here reading this, right? Right? See, that proves my point. I win!
You can burn my house
You can cut my hair
You can make me wrestle naked with a grizzly bear
You can poison my cat, baby I don’t care
But if you talk in the movies I’ll kill you right there
[sub]~ Alice Cooper, It’s The Little Things[/sub]