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well, most of the things i find infuriating are already here, but, yesterday, i wnt to see x-me 2, its the middle of the day, is about 20 other people in the theatre, 6 of them happen to be teenagers, maori teenagers at that, so their ensueing commentary is punctuated with frequent exclaimations of; "eh al!!, stop eating all my fuckin' popcorn al!!" , bursts of inane giggling, billy t. james style and for some reason , whenever there was a moment of relative quiet, they would make farting noises, EVERY... SINGLE... FUCKING....QUIET... MOMENT, like it was funny, maybe if you are;
A/ five years old
B/ inbred
C/ a nimrod
or D/ all of the above.
and despite frequent requests to "shut the fuck up!!" they wouldnt, when i got up to walk out at the end of the film, i saw them hurrying out and lo and behold, who is standing right there about 15 feet from us?....the ushers and security, what do they do?, nothing.
so while it was a great movie, the entire experience was negated by these 6 walking skid-marks.
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thy end is nigh
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