no talking!
I was reminded this weekend why, even though I love going to the movies, I so rarely ever go. Especially not on weekend nights, if I can help it, and especially not at the mall.
I went to see "Spider-Man 3" at the Berkshire Mall -- the film is barely in theaters anymore, so we figured it would be safe. All the obnoxious talkers would be off at other films, like "Shrek the Third" and "Knocked Up." Right?
Wrong. Several rows back, on both sides of the theater, parties decided that, instead of actually watching the movie they -- and we -- had paid almost $20 to see, they should hold hissed conversations with each other.
They didn't stop. For nearly three hours. Honestly, every single line of dialogue, every action sequence, every dazzling special effect had a backdrop of "HISS hiss hiss hiss hiss!" Followed, of course, by "Hiss hiss hiss."
By the time the final credits rolled, I felt like I was wearing the evil black Spidey suit.
Which is why, I remembered, I tend to wait for the DVDs. Unless it's a movie I really want to see. Which means I'll be really torn when the new "Harry Potter" comes out next month ...