AvP is...

[napoleonherself]

...crap. Ow. It hurt my brain.

Dear guy who brought his four-year-old into an R-rated movie:

Wow. Way to win the Parent of the Year award. Especially when you left him completely alone for a while to, I dunno, go snort more airplane glue in the bathroom or something. You're lucky this movie pulled every single punch it could have, or else your kid would be scarred for life. IDIOT.


Dear people sitting beside us in the theater:

If you want to have a fucking conversation, have it outside of the theater. Also, I got a bit sick of your kid fervently whispering "he's dead! oh, now he's going to die! and this is the part where this guy dies!" throughout the last bit of the movie. Shut him up. Buy a muzzle or something, I don't care. I don't need play-by-plays from what resulted from your not knowing how to use birth control.


Dear people sitting behind us in the theater:

If you're going to be drunkenly laughing at everything even remotely amusing in a movie, might I suggest renting one? That way you don't make me want to smash your faces in. Also, please turn off the fucking cellphone. I don't want to repeatedly hear whatever delightful tune your ringer is set to, while trying to watch a crappy movie.


Dear people sitting in front of us in the theater:

You were okay.

Comments

[napoleonherself.livejournal.com]

Ohhhhh. So that's why it shied away from every tiny bit of gore that it could, thus horrifically weakening the movie...

[wearebarnacles.livejournal.com]

Hahahaha. I'm sorry, I had to laugh. It's too bad about your movie.

[ryl.livejournal.com]

I don't need play-by-plays from what resulted from your not knowing how to use birth control.

That sentence made me smile.

[kodi]

I'm dying to see what you're like after people ruin a good movie for you.

[napoleonherself.livejournal.com]

For one thing, I'd probably be geniunely annoyed, instead of mainly making an ireful post just because it amuses me to do so.

I am peculiar.