The parental units & I went to see The Chronicles Of Narnia Sunday evening. Good movie, not quite as good as I had hoped it to be, but...
About 20 minutes from the end, right in the middle of the big battle, a group of 3 people came into the row ahead of us and stood there, trying to figure out if that was where they wanted to sit. Had they not been senior citizens I might have grabbed the back of the guy's coat and pulled him down as a small reminder that they aren't the only ones in the blasted place.
Another chick had brought her little baby - not a toddler, a BABY - and was standing by the back door as the poor kid screamed throughout a majority of the show. First of all, what in the world was girl thinking - bring a kid that small to a movie? Whatever happened to baby-sitters? And then, she just stood there as he bawled his little head off. How in the world anyone is supposed to enjoy a movie when you strain to hear the dialogue over an enraged infant.
People can be so... um... not-smart sometimes. (See Mom, I'm trying to be nicer.) Maybe I should rethink the whole going-to-Cherry-County-Nebraska-to-be-a-hermit plan I had in high school. Just me, a Dodge truck, horses, cats & dogs... Ahh, that's the life.