Really? What percentage would you estimate constitutes “just about everyone”? What is your source or citation for this percentage?
When Paul Wolfowitz was spit-combing his hair, someone shouted out, “You Ugly!”
Brought down the house.
Moore: …Bush…
Audience: Asshole!
Moore: The clouds above New York City on September 11th were…
Audience: Describe your balls!
Moore: …heavy, black, and pendulous.
Heh, I could go on forever.
Moore: Do they give you any trouble? The Saudis?
Audience: Saudis! Saudis! RAH! RAH RAH!
If someone talking at the movies annoys someone else, and that someone else doesn’t ask the offender to be quiet, I don’t have a whole lot of sympathy.
Eh…if I had told her to shut up, it would have annoyed her, her date, and my date. By not saying anything, one person (me) was annoyed rather than 4 people, my date still wants to go out with me again, and I can blow off steam anonymously here, still without offending any of the above people. I call that win-win. Sorry, but I don’t really give a rat’s ass if I get your sympathy - wasn’t looking for it. 
Ugh! That’s way worse than my grunting woman. I definitely would have given that guy the frowning of a lifetime. Reminds me of the first time I saw Fatal Attraction. Some goober started yelling stuff like:
“She’s gonna boil the rabbit now!” And “She’s gonna jump out of the water!”
There was a line of people demanding their money back from the manager after the movie. The manager refused to refund any money. That was the last time I ever went to that theater.
Ugh, that’s the very worst kind. He’s seen it before, and he wants everyone to know that he’s seen it before. Imagine having him on your left, and the guy who goes, “Okay, now watch this. Ready? Okay now, watch what this guy does!” on your right.
Sir, you and I think alike! 
Perhaps it’s the same “vast majority” of people who benefitted from Bush’s tax cut, eh??
I had a similar but much more pleasing experience during Spiderman 2. I thought the film a bit too hokey and contrived, but this couple next to me was amazed, and said so. Loudly.
My favorite was during the scene when Toby is in sunshiny mode and he trips. The man screams, with no sarcasm at all “WHAT HAPPENED!!!” and the woman sagely answers “I THINK HE TRIPPED!!!” Throughout, they were constantly asking each other if this or that character knew that Parker was also Spiderman (or vice versa) or asking each other what was going to happen next (er, it’s a movie: just wait and you’ll find out).
It was so funny that it made the movie worth it. They seriously should make a DVD commentary track with these two on it.
I loathe going to the movies with my mum…she is the one everyone in the cinema hates.
She is not a stupid woman but she somehow manages to leave her brain at the door. Two minutes into any movie she is busy whispering stupid and embarrassing questions. You know the ones.
“Why did he just do that ?”
(whispering in “shut-up-mum” voice) “Mum the movie just started and I don’t know. SHUSH”
“I like him in that other movie”
“MUM! SHUSH!”
“Was he the same guy that just did that other thing?”
“MUM! I so am pretending I don’t know you!”
Etc, etc. Someone come down here and kill her please. Well only a Hollywood kill :D. I think some people are just transformed by the dark. 
Your mum and LilMiss MUST be related. She does the same thing. When we see any movie, it’s a litany of “Who’s that? Why is he doing that?” questions. SSSHHHH!!! It’s also inevitable that she must make at least one potty run during the movie. Of course this leads to “What did I miss? Why is he doing that?” Well, if you would have stayed in your seat you’d know, wouldn’t you? :rolleyes:
I will admit to being the Clueless Brainless Wonder once. I was about 17, and my grandmother took me to a showing of Caberet. I knew very little about pre-WWII Germany and its culture, and I was constantly whispering questions about this or that action or phrase. I must have been a royal pain to her and anyone around us. If you were in a Fort Worth movie theater, watching that movie in the mid 70s, and were bothered by a whispering teenage girl, I apologize. Grandma told me, afterwards, not to be such a nuisance to everyone.
Now I’ve got it on DVD, and can watch it in the privacy of my own home. I think that I understand all the references now, too.
Obviously, though, more people need a grandma like mine, who will lay down the law on what’s acceptable in public.
Please marry me and let me watch movies with you forever. I just love the way your mind works.
How did you see over the hair?
The ones I hate are the Inappropriate Laughter People. ILPs laugh uproariously at unfunny comments. ILPs chortle throughout a movie that is clearly a drama simply because one of the stars is better known for comedy. If you’re too stupid to understand the plot, you’re too stupid to live. Die, ILPs, DIE!
First time I saw Star Wars was at a drive-in with my parents, one sister, and sister’s best friend. Best friend kept asking, “What’s next? What’s next?” That is, until an exasperated Sis pointed out, “How should I know? I haven’t seen this before!”
Maybe they’re all Addams relatives? 
I hate those movie talkers.
While ago a friend and I went to see The Day After Tomorrow about that whole sudden ice age thing, and there was this group in front of us of about 7 or 8 guys who just wouldn’t shut up.
Several patrons in my row asked politely. Several times we asked them to please tone it down. Because we were sandwiched in the middle of a row, it was difficult to get up and leave the theater to look for an employee, but a couple of people did that also. After enduring that crap for almost the entire length of the movie, I finally couldn’t take it anymore and screamed ‘Shut the hell up already!’
To which one of the snotty assholes responds ‘Who you talkin to, bitch?’
Being the shrinking violet that I am, I responded, ‘You, asshole. Now shut it.’
There was applause from beside me and behind me, and quietness from the row in front of me.
I’m sorry some bitch ruined the movie for you. I think that all theaters should have ball gags in stock, and when someone talks during the movie, one gets shoved into their fucking pie hole.