Avid readers of my blog know by now that I am ridiculously sensitive when it comes to noise. Also, I’ve already told you that always, every single time - I kid you not - someone weird sits next to me when I got to the movies. They either have the sniffles and cough or sneeze all the time, they breathe really loudly, or make some other weird noise. Was I important enough, I’d suspect a conspiracy. For now I’ll have to settle on the worst cinema-karma in the history of mankind.
I went to watch Sweeney Todd the other day and it was a wonderful movie. The acting was great, the music pretty cool and the story exciting. However, once again I could not fully enjoy the movie because of the three following reasons:
Number one: Johnny Depp fans. A bunch of 20-something girls giggling, screaming, going nuts.
Number two: The guy next to me, apparently, needed a lot of space between his legs as he was kinda pushing my knee away with his. I felt violated.
Number three: The guy who sat three seats over. He was talking throughout the entire movie, I heard every single word he said - keep in mind I was three (!) seats away - and 10 minutes before a major plot twist occurred he, of course, blurted out what was about to happen. Fortunately, lucky me had already figured it out. Other topics of his lively conversation with his better half (she just had to be (the better half that is, I don’t even want to think of the possibility that he might be…gawd)) were, i.e. the amount of blood used, how the subtitles (everything but the songs were dubbed) were not a 100% match to what was actually sung, and what was about to happen next. I wish I had had the courage to tell him to put a sock in it. Fortunately, I hadn’t as the guy turned out to be three times as big as me.
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Helpful hint: Go to the early matinee. That way the only other people in the theater are senior citizens. Of course, you have to put up with them bitching about not being able to hear.
Exactly why I wait for movies to come out on DVD.
I’m very sensitive to noise, also, and have trouble tuning out people talking when I’m trying to concentrate or give my attention to something else.
Sometimes I go to the first matinée during the week, and have the whole theater to myself.
I agree with going to matinees.
I usually bail out of work early to do so. 
I LOVED Sweeney Todd. This is me, squeamish little Billie. Absolutely brilliant movie.
I think you’d probably hate going to movies with me, I comment on plot, costumes, lines and actors and I go “ugh” when gross stuff happens on screen, but … yeah.
Personally, I hate people who either a.) can’t eat their popcorn quietly or b.) pelt others with it. Also, people who spoil plot points for others. That’s a no-go.
Good to hear that your’e still alive.