Saw Inherent Vice today, a film so byzantine and complex it was hard enough to follow to begin with, but it wasn't helped by some asshole literally coughing up a lung for THREE HOURS STRAIGHT a few rows back.
Seriously, if you can't go more than thirty seconds without a uncontrollable string of phlegmy, booming chest coughs, you are too sick to see a movie in the theater. Bonus suck for the cougher's seatmate literally repeating the onscreen dialogue for the last hour or so of the movie (probably because the goddamn coughing was drowning it out).
Seriously, if you can't go more than thirty seconds without a uncontrollable string of phlegmy, booming chest coughs, you are too sick to see a movie in the theater. Bonus suck for the cougher's seatmate literally repeating the onscreen dialogue for the last hour or so of the movie (probably because the goddamn coughing was drowning it out).

He is my Black Dragon (and yes, a good one) strong, protective, the guardian. I am his Silver Dragon, always by his side, shining for him, cherishing him.
Are you going to reimburse me for that? I can't afford to take public transportation to the theater, plus the ticket price, and leave without seeing the movie, even if I get a free ticket to another showing.
I just don't get that mindset at all. When I'm sick, I just want to go to bed and stay there; the last thing I want to do is go to an ear-splittingly loud movie or a crowded theme park! Even just going to the store for medicine, Kleenex and soup is almost too much.

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