
the late matinée was packed with people and their kids. worst of all, as usual, people who don't parent their kids. after spending five minutes feeling like i was on an airplane ride from hell due to a kid consistently kicking the back of my chair. (i can get pretty mean when these types of things happen and have a passive aggressive approach to such situations. i usually turn around and glare for a second or two. if it doesn't stop, i do it again but glare longer. and on the third turn around, i usually scold someone.) the kid stopped after the second turna round.

i'm not even going to start complaining about the jerks that show up late. if only clint eastwood had been there.
we knew mall cop wouldn't live up to our expectations after seeing the best movie ever made last week: gran torino.
i think we are now done with movie theaters until march.
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great minds. now i can see eastwood standing in the back of each theater his movies are shown in, giant 44 magnum flashlight by his side. "hey punk, wanna sit down?"
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