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For me, there are two types of films. Some movies flow into your skull for the two hours that you’re sitting in the theatre and then they escape right after you leave. Then there are a select few films that stay with you long after you’ve left your trash behind for the ushers to clean up.
Which brings me to my point. Why the hell don’t you guys clean up after yourselves? What the hell is going on here? Sure, I understand if you drop your popcorn, I know you can’t be picking that stuff up, but why not grab your empty cups and popcorn bags. I know you guys, you’d never leave your Yoo-hoo’s and Smartfood on your livingroom floor after you finished watching “Die Hard 4”, would you? So why don’t we just do what “Woodsie the Owl” always taught us, “Give a hoot, don’t pollute!” Which brings me to my second point. Why the hell can’t I even get through a paragragh without jumping off topic. Is it because I care about movie theatre pollution? Or maybe it’s because I always want things to be perfect when I go to the theatre. Or maybe, just maybe, I’m a complete mental case that needs some sort of prescription drugs to get me through the day. Hey, I’m a big proponent of “better living through chemistry”.
Well, whatever it is, I sure hope I can get it under control at some point. Continue reading Prisoners