Joe and I went to see The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy last night. I think this is the first time we’ve been to the theater this year — the first movie to come out this year that we’ve actually wanted to see in the theater, as far as I can remember. (Joe, please feel free to step in and correct me if my memory’s off on this one.)
So the movie was quite good — not perfect, but very, very good indeed. Three and a half stars, or a B+ grade, in my book.
But I think we’re going to have to see it again. It was really, really hard to concentrate with the people sitting two rows back, yacking constantly.
FOR HEAVEN’S SAKE, PEOPLE, YOU ARE NOT AT HOME WATCHING A DVD!! YOU ARE IN A THEATER! There may only be ten other people in here with you but they all PAID MONEY to watch the movie and they have the right to watch it in PEACE without you yapping every few seconds, “Oooh, there’s the Vogons!” and echoing EVERY THIRD LINE like a three-year-old. One of you looked like a teenager, and the other looked like she was my age. NEITHER OF YOU HAVE ANY EXCUSE FOR ACTING LIKE THIS!
The theater management has seen fit to tell people at least three times to shut off cell phones before the movie starts. I think they need to remind people a little more firmly to shut their mouths too. Yeesh.
Oh, by the way … you missed another joke, a classic excerpt from the Guide, by not staying to watch the credits.