Bruce Springsteen is singing “Land of Hopes and Dreams” in my ears just
now, the version from his Broadway album. And I am weeping. Again. Just
sitting on ...
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Cine-mastication.
There are many things that should be verboten in a movie theater: smoking, cellphones, infants. Let's add food to that list, too, shall we?
How hard is it to like, not eat for two hours? Is it really necessary to cram a whole box of Jr. Mints into your mouth? Maybe, if you have Type 1 Diabetes. But here's a tip: undoing the cellophane on the box excruciatingly slowly does not make the process any quieter. Just rip it off and get on with your life.
Also, why do they sell popcorn at the movies? It's the food equivalent of Styrofoam packing kernels. THAT'S NOT A PLEASANT SOUND. And eating popcorn with one's mouth open (which accounts for 98% of the population sitting around me in a movie theater) creates an echo chamber which amplifies the sound about a billion times.
P.S. If you're gonna bring a snack from home, how about NOT MAKING IT A SHRIMP BURRITO? Sheesh.
Labels:
gross,
totally rude
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