Last night, Mack and I decided that the pre-teen masses had probably gotten over watching “The Dark Knight” for the twenty-millionth time, so it was officially safe for us to see it. Needless to say, we were fairly disappointed upon getting to the IMAX theater and finding that the show was sold out. Sensing a potential theme (like… they are _always_ sold out) we bought our tickets for the showing tonight, a day later. 

And so the events unfolds.

We get there, thinking we’d kind of be cool since, hello?, we were over an hour early to the movie. It was kind of disappointing that there was already a long line. The management, as people started filling in, told the line to move forward and compact a little. The ladies behind Mack and I took it upon themselves, naturally, to start barking at people to keep moving forward and “compress the line”… and they kept trying to get in front of us. Thus, my entertainment until the movie started was making sure the ladies (who were flirting in Spanish with each other, as Mack later told me) would not take our spot.

Now, when we get in the theater, it’s all well and good and the excitement is tangible in the air. Heck yeah! Dark Knight in the IMAX. This is going to be awesome!

Unfortunately, Mack and I sat by the ONE lady who felt the need to talk, loudly, at random points throughout the movie. Thankfully they were insightful… like stating the obvious, “Oh my! He has a gun!” and “I bet he didn’t see that coming!” It took a lot of restraint for me not to say to her, just as loud as her, “You want to know a spoiler? The Joker is not going to be in the next movie.”

Cold, cynical, yes, but I’m sure even Heath would prefer to have his final performance not interrupted by the mundane and thoughtless statements coming out of that ladies mouth.