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  • Wherein Nox almost picks a fight (LONG)

    The "annoying chick at the movies" thread reminded me of this.

    I was seeing The A-Team with my then boyfriend (whom I will call Knight for in-joke reasons ). We were pretty far back in the theatre, but there were three young men sitting behind us. They were sitting across about ten seats, for some reason. Seriously, there were at least three seats between each of them Did that stop them talking? Fuck no.

    Through out the whole damn movie, they shouted comments to one another. You know how annoying it is when people talk the whole way through a movie? Yeah, now imagine those people are sitting apart from one another and have to yell to hear one another. The whole damn movie. FUCK THEM. I seriously loathe people that do this. It sends me into FOAMING RAGE. It's the mindset, I think. "Oh, I don't have to be considerate of others because I'm SPECIAL and BETTER then the lowly poplance." Its why I couldn't use my high school canteen. The line cutters made me so angry I once got into a fight with one. Anyway.

    I kept turning to glare at them, and at several points tried to get up to either confront them or get a manager. Knight wouldn't let me, because he was worried about me attacking them I think. Probably because I was growling. He kept literally holding me down.

    It really got fun after the movie, however. I glared at them as they walked passed us, and one of them (FINALLY) noticed that they had royally pissed someone off. When Knight and I finally go outside (he made me sit down and calm down first, since I was strangling the air in front of me and ranting about murder) they were waiting for us.

    Now, before ya'll start saying I should have been more careful and they could have been dangerous, they really weren't. Two of them looked like they just wanted to leave, and the one who actually confronted us was clearly faking macho. If he'd thrown a punch, a kitten could have taken him down. But anyway, the confrontation went something like this.

    ASSHOLE: You got a problem with us?
    ME: Yes, of course. You talked through out the entire movie. It was distracting and inconsiderate.
    ASSHOLE:
    KNIGHT: Oh, Jesus, here we go...
    ASSHOLE: So you think your happiness is more important then ours?
    ME: NO. The happiness of everyone else in the theatre is more important then yours. You were disturbing everyone, because you are a selfish asshole.
    ASSHOLE: We weren't doing anything wrong-
    ME: Yes you were. You were talking during a movie, and ruining other people's evenings.
    ASSHOLE: (By this point he is backing away and his friends are yelling at him to drop it and leave) Clearly you don't want us to have a good time. You're selfish.
    ME: (Okay, I fucked up and started to step forward here. I was ready to hurt this guy. SO MUCH RAGE) Clearly, you are an inconsiderate asshole who doesn't understand personal responsibilty, you selfish-
    KNIGHT: (pulling me back as the guy turns and starts to walk away clearly and I go to follow him) Nox, he's leaving. Just forget about it.
    ME: SNARLRAGEDEATH

    So yeah. Probably would have dissolved into violance if Knight hadn't been there but Asshole would have deserved it. Fucker.

    PS: Sorry for rambly ness, I am a little feverish and crazy today.
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    Had a similar experience while watching the new, revamped version of The Exorcist when it came out (was it what, 10? 12 years ago?). I went with a group of about a dozen of friends - all major film buffs, so all aware of how to behave during movies at the cinema.

    Behind us were sitting three teenage girls. During the advertisements and the previews they were literally SHOUTING silly jokes, but fair enough - I like watching the previews but I guess I can't really complain if somebody prevents me from listening to them.

    Then the movie started.

    They wouldn't stop giggling, commenting and jumping up and down. We kept sending them angry looks, but it seemed not to work.

    At a certain point, a friend and I actually stood up and looked at them "asking" them to shut up. Remember, I am a big man, and this friend is taller if not as big. Well - the peace lasted not more than 5 minutes.

    Then, during one of the creepiest scenes in the movie... one of them went into hysterics. Literally. She started crying and shivering and calling for help. Thankfully some men (one of them had identified himself as an off-duty policeman) walked them out and took care of them.
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    • #3
      I hate that. I don't go to many movies, so when I do go, it's because I really want to see and hear the movie, not some entitled bigmouth. Isn't it typical that in their eyes, you were the rude one because you expected them to be considerate of others?

      Side note: Way, way back in the day, when Return of the Jedi came out, I went to see it the opening day with one of my sisters. The placed was jam-packed, and as the movie began there was a lot of whispering, mumbling, giggling, etc. Just as it started to get irritating, a guy stood up and yelled "HEY!!"

      There was a second or two of shocked silence, a giggle and then quiet. I think the guy hit that automatic "uh-oh, Dad's pissed" button in everybody's psyche.
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      • #4
        I'm stubborn. I keep going to the movies because it is the one thing that I can still treat myself too and not drain the bank too much. It's my one pleasure I still have.

        However, it's almost always ruined by talkers and phones. I can't fathom why someone would pay $8 (probably more elsewhere) and however much on snacks, to just talk and text for 2 hours.
        You really need to see a neurologist. - Wagegoth

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        • #5
          Aand this is why my husband and I go to the midday showing the last week the film is in theatres.
          Much less people there, there's been times where we were the only ones in the theatre.
          It's seriously bad here. I mean, I joke quietly during the movie, and if it's a funny part, I'll laugh. But I don't need to be obnoxious to enjoy myself. Phone is off, I'll check it when the movie is done, or if I have to make a bathroom run. Food and drink stay with me, not thrown around (unless someone's being annoying).
          It's sad when you have to make all these arrangements to go see a movie without being annoyed to death.
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          • #6
            A coworker and I tried the mid-day showing once on a Friday afternoon, and we both slept almost the entire movie. Doesn't quite work for 3rd shifters.
            You really need to see a neurologist. - Wagegoth

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            • #7
              Quoth blas View Post
              A coworker and I tried the mid-day showing once on a Friday afternoon, and we both slept almost the entire movie. Doesn't quite work for 3rd shifters.
              Yeah, my husband has that problem too, and he works third shift.
              He gets home Friday, sleeps, and sleeps friday night, and then we go Saturday.
              Also, I get him the Large soda, and it's as big as I am. Keeps him awake though.
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              • #8
                Ugh, I unintentionally got into a fight in a cinema once... Really badly.

                It was a big auditorium but not too many people because my cousin (Cuz) and I were pretty early. We chose our seats and settled in. Soon a big gang of teens walked in. They started playing around in the front rows. Whatever, the film hadn't started, I didn't have much need for a car at the age of 13, so I ignored the adverts and chatted with my cousin.

                We kept chatting until a shoe hit me in the face. A muddy, disgusting, stinky fake Puma. It could only have come from one of them. I lost it entirely and started yelling - still during adverts.
                Me: Who threw this?! WHO BLOODY THREW THIS?!
                -Silence-
                Me: Okay then, if nobody claims it, I guess it's mine now.
                -Whispers-
                Half-Shoed Troll (HST): Give it back!
                Me: Why? So you can throw your knockoffs at me again?
                HST: You give it back, you bitch, or I'll fucking hit you.
                Me: Why don't you come over here and say that to my face, you bastard?

                Nowadays I am much more careful about calling someone's bluff. He did indeed march right on up to me.

                HST: Give it back or I'll fucking clock you.
                Me: Just apologise for acting like a wanker and I'll give it right back.
                HST: *punches me in the face*
                Me: *while recoiling in agony (nose punch, ow!), I'm able to think about the situation a bit. I'm on the verge of crying, I'm a 13-year-old girl, he's 17 if he's a day... I'm about to set women's liberation back a few years*

                I let the tears pour, long and loud. My cousin, who's usually pretty timid, stood up and pushed the guy.
                Cuz: WTH is wrong with you?! You like making little girls cry? Panda, are you okay?
                Me: My nose is bleeding... I... think it might be broken. Cuz, it really, really hurts!
                Cuz: Jesus, you're bleeding everywhere.... *tries to stem the blood with napkins from his hotdog*
                HST: *highly embarrassed, but still wants to save his mother-loved face* Look, just give me the shoe and that'll be the end of it.
                Manager: *enters, having been retrieved by a fellow movie patron* I think not. All of you, out!

                Cuz and I were taken to the lobby and my nose finally stopped bleeding. It wasn't broken, but I felt quite light-headed, and I looked like I'd been playing downhill from a guillotine. HST and his friends were taken to the manager's office. The police were called and they took statements from everyone and HST was charged with assault.

                Turns out the HST was a month shy of being an adult, so instead of jail time, he was given a written warning and community service. He also got his shoe back, which I thought I should get to keep as further punishment, but alas.

                The moral of the story? If you have to fight, make sure the battle field is level.
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                • #9
                  Seriously? He punched a KID in the FACE and he got away with it??????????? GAHHHHHHHHHHHH. That's so wrong.

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                  • #10
                    Fortunately most theaters around here don't have much trouble with talking, but they do have problems with infants and cell phones. Why why WHY bring your wee little infant into a noisy, dark room where there's numerous folks who paid ten bucks a pop to see a film? And to not even bother leaving when the kid starts fussing? Throughout the entire film? Asshole.

                    With cell phones it isn't the ringing, it's the damn lights. Nothing quite like sitting in the back of the theater, enjoying the screen, and suddenly being blinded by a bright cell phone light. I don't care if it's just a quick sec, it is beyond distracting. Why do the cell phone abusers always sit in the front of the room? Geez.
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