Perkins Cobb wrote:That's another reason I surrendered -- I won't tolerate people who talk or use their phones, and yet I don't want to be That Guy who's constantly shushing or yelling at people. Eventually I would've ended up smashing some idiot's cel phone. Who needs it.
My thoughts entirely. When I spent a large chunk of Sweeney Todd physically ejecting a gang of heckling chavs who'd sneaked in without even paying (*) I knew that home cinema was the future for me.
I've had it all: people chatting to friends; using phones; heckling; kicking seats; slurping; cruching; rattling sweet wrappers even tin foil they brought their food in; films out of rack; out of focus; screens with handprints, holes and Coca Cola stains; staff rattling cleaning trolleys in five minutes before the end, sniggering and whispering while they wait, then launching themselves up the aisle at the very moment the picture fades to black and before the first credit appears, killing that moment of reflection. The latter happened during the third Pirates of the Caribbean film (yeah, I know, but my friend was desperate to see it; nice guy, no taste in films) and at five minutes in from the beginning of that screening, a staff member marched up to me, shone a torch in my face and demanded to see my valid ticket that I'd already had ripped on the way in. When I produced it he shrank away sheepishly.
To hell with it all. I've never been interested in the communal aspect, the smell of popcorn churns my stomach and if you sit close enough to an HD screen it fills your field of vision more than a cinema screen anyway. I hope cinemas continue for traditional reasons and because I know many people really enjoy their visits, but count me out from now on.
(*)First I shouted at them; then I went on a lengthy search for management to complain and when they sent a petite girl of twenty alone to deal with it, a friend and I had to roll up our sleeves and get stuck in. Rather amusingly one of them shouted "I'll trample on yer" as he
ran away. But it ruined the rest of the film as my blood was pumping and I was fuming. The cinema was The Vue, Gunwharf Quays, Portsmouth (England) for the record.