The Matinee

Last weekend, a friend and I decided to see the 1:35 showing of Walk the Line (we actually went to see the 1:30 showing of Rent, but since that played at 12:30, we were kinda stuck). Apparently, the cheaper ticket price attracts many different kinds of people (they had one thing in common in that they were all crazy people who spoke loudly). Reflecting on the experience, I just cannot decide who was the craziest. It was certainly not the woman who made it clear that she was not a fan of Johnny Cash when she stood up about 30 minutes into the movie and yelled, "this movie sucks" before storming out. I'm also pretty sure it wasn't the guy who liked to give a loud running commentary (My favorite was when he actually yelled "busted" when Johnny Cash was caught doing something.).

It may actually be a three-way tie between the crazy guy who had a conversation with his buddy throughout the entire movie (unfortunately, his buddy was sitting all the way across the theater), the guy in the wheel chair who decided, upon returning from the bathroom, to pass up his old seat (wisely located in the wheelchair section) and go off-roading down the stairs (luckily for us all, this was not a quiet process. Each time he went down a step he yelled, "I just went down another step." There were at least 6-7 steps.), or the lady who let us all know (loudly) that it was time for her to go to the bathroom.

The movie was good, but the audience was awesome.