There is nothing that pisses me off more than paying $11 of my hard borrowed cash (I’m a writer you see and make very little so I suckle off the money teat of my beloved) to watch a disappointing movie and then have to spend the next 90 minutes having my eyeballs burned by the light of a phone while some ass-hat texts their friends.
Really? You are so important to the world that your absence from it for an hour-and-a-half will cause flash floods or the disembowelment of infants? Gosh, maybe you should JUST NOT COME TO THE MOVIES THEN JACKASS!!!
And there really is no recourse from this kind of movie-jacking because theaters need money and most people don’t want to bother the other movie-goers by pummeling the jerk who is ruining the movie.
So what is answer?
How about supporting theaters that make it a point to do this:
That’s right, not only do the folks at the Alamo Drafthouse throw the texter’s ass out on the street, they keep their money and then make fun of them…simply awesome.
Now if only they could only do that at my local theater, I could die a happy person…finally.