Bad Movie Experiences

I was recently reading another blog about bad movie-going experiences. Most of them had to do with people talking during the film or people going to see The Phantom Menace. I thought I'd throw my own two cents in, as it were.

Spider-man 2: The theater was packed and there was a slew of little kids running up and down the aisle the whole time. Plus, a kid starting bawling as soon as the opening credits began with the intense Danny Elfman music. Go figure.

Clerks II: Some moron brought his 5 year old son to this movie. That singular act was more appalling than anything in the movie.

Toy Soldiers: This was a while ago. It was a packed theater and somehow I ended up on the far inside row near the front of the theater. I drank a lot of pop during that movie. I had to get up three times to go to the bathroom. Each time, about 12 people had to deal with me climbing over them when I left and then again when I returned. From then on I've sought out the aisle seat.

Grindhouse: There weren't a lot of people in the theater, save a large clique of high schoolers that talked loudly throughout the trailers. I was worried it would continue throughout the film, but they noticed my glances of annoyance. One of them blurted out that they'd shut up once the film began. Sure enough, that's exactly what happen. So it wasn't really a bad experience at all (in fact, seeing Grindhouse in the theater was one of the best theater experiences I've had), but I was quite worried it would be. Those kids did shut up though. Bless them, everyone.

The Strangers: My girlfriend and I were the only people in the whole theater. We sat in the dead center of the seats and I spent the entire time glancing over my shoulder, paranoid that someone else was going to come in and scare the crap out of us. That movie was scary enough. Being alone in that dark, eerie theater only heightened that mood.

The Strangers: Part 2. I saw it again with some other friends (they bought my ticket, so it wasn't so bad). There were other people this time around, so that helped. But then a couple came in 10 minutes late, sat a few rows ahead of us, and talked nonstop throughout it. Afterwards, they come up to us to ask about the beginning and inquiring who's funeral they were at. There's no funeral in the movie. We told them so, but they didn't believe us. We told them 3 times that there was no funeral in the movie before they stormed off, still not believing us. Some people should not be allowed in the theater.

Wild Wild West: Self-explanatory.