Another thing about going to the theater

-Before the movie started, I went to the bathroom where I was, umm, in a position where I wasn't standing and heard this loud whooosh sound, like a train going past followed by some mild shaking and the rattling of the bathroom stall walls. First reaction was that it was an earthquake but strangely didn't panic or make much of it for whatever reason (that's kind of atypical of me, actually, as being on a toilet during any sort of bad thing is a huge phobia of mine and if anybody says that's silly and they don't have that fear, they are lying). Instead, it occurred to me, that what happened was that a movie next to the bathroom was so loud that it rattled the men's room. Yay Hollywood!

-As usual, there was the assortment of people talking through the movie which was slightly tolerable since it's a horror movie and that's what you kinda do in horror movies as it's a good way to relieve tension or share what you're going through with people. Still, it's hard to tell that all of this is because it's a horror movie or because they like talking in movies. Then there was the guy with the cell phone. Now, sadly, we've all gotten to the point where we all kind of expect somebody to bust out a cell phone during a movie. However, whipping your cell phone out towards the end of the movie as what should be obvious as the final scene of the movie, the scene that the entire movie had been building to and the scene where the big, big, big scares happen is slightly on the you're a motherfucking doucehbag asshole side of things.