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Dear people who were seeing Brokeback Mountain this evening at 6:15, Artis cinema: I really, really hate [most of; to be fair] you, just so you know.

Specifically those who brought popcorn, taco-chips and such and rustled (loudly and persistently) throughout a good third or half of the movie. And most especially the girls in the row behind me, whose popcorn lasted the longest. I swear, every big emotional scene was unfailingly accompanied by the sound of someone digging into her bag, followed by crunch-chew-squeak noises, just in my right ear. Seriously, people. Rustle all you want in the movies with the big explosions and car chases, I couldn't care less. There's a reason why popcorn movies are popcorn movies.

The lady in front of me who thought it was a good idea to bring her... I hesitate to say twelve year old, which was the age limit, because this kid looked more like ten, or eleven at best. The kid awe'd about the baby sheep, and then got mostly bored, talked to the mother, got restless, etc. There may or may not be children that age who are able to get the emotional scope of this movie, but he certainly wasn't one of them.

The two girls right beside them, who talked nearly incessantly.

And just about everyone who thought this movie was a comedy apparently? There was loud and pretty widespread laughter in places I'd never ever would have thought anyone could find amusing (and no one had found amusing the first two times I saw it)...


End of petty rant. I always feel guilty about posting one anyway, it's just that it almost entirely killed the mood for me and made it nearly impossible to get into the film emotionally almost until the end, when every snack had been eaten and everyone finally had realised there wouldn't be a happy ending.

::rolls eyes:: Gah.