I went with a friend to see King Of California last night, a tiresome would-be "our family is so fucked up but we love each other" bore in the vein of similar atrocities like Garden State or Little Miss Sunshine. Michael Douglas has the experience and enthusiasm to pull off his maniacal character, but its squandered on droll cinematography, and muted by the chemistry-less drone of Evan Rachel Wood.
The real excitement happened in the theater itself. About halfway through, a guy sitting behind us began talking on his cell phone; his apparent logic being, "Its late, theres only seven people here, this movie sucks, I am going to push some limits." Given the fact I assume a healthy percentage of theater cell phone talkers are actually armed and looking for conflict, I remained quiet. Towards the end of the movie he started up again, and my friend stood up, faced him, and said "Could you not talk on your cell phone during the movie?" Squirming in his chair, he uttered a hushed, defeated and yet coolly measured response.
"Mind your own business."
Amazing. AMAZING. Mind your own business. Thats what the guy said. So, should you ever find yourself in this situation, don't make the hasty mistake we did. Do not intrude. Please respect the PRIVACY of the person talking on their cell phone in a theater.
We are headed towards Idiocracy.
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Classic New York. Wow.
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