Have you ever spent the majority of a film’s runtime blinded by the glowing cell phone of the girl in front of you who suffers from a texting obsession? Ever tried to determine if that orange glob on your greasy seat is weeks-old candy or something of a more nebulous nature? Have you ever walked away from the the theater wondering why two tickets, popcorn, and a coke made your wallet $30 lighter?
That’s the movie-going experience these days. It’s enough to make a preacher’s grandmother stand up and punch somebody in the tooth. If you manage to leave with either your dignity or your sanity intact then the theater just isn’t doing its job.
Keep reading, brave movie-goers, and find out just how dangerous going to the movies can be.
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