Ahoy, squirts! Quint here. One of these days the chains are going to catch on... or they're going to die out. It's getting to a point where I hate going to almost any theater that's not an Alamo Drafthouse... not because of the food, hell not even for the programming (which is awesome)... just for a regular theatrical experience. Good projection, but also an enforced no talking/texting policy.
They take it seriously and walk the walk, ejecting patrons that break policy without a refund. Sorry for the language, but fuck those assholes. Talkers/texters are a bigger threat to theatrical exhibition than piracy. I firmly believe that. Hell, to degree they enable piracy. Why run the risk of getting in a fight with some douche telling his girlfriend what he's doing (on the phone) during the movie or having a bright light flashed in your eyes as some dumbass airhead has to send an emergency OMFG to her bestest friend when you can just stay at home and watch a movie?
Enough of my soapbox preaching, but the lack of even basic theater etiquette today really pisses me off.
Check out the Alamo's newest No Talking PSA that'll play before movies (presumably R-rated movies) as a warning to other would-be rude assholes. They actually kicked out a female patron without a refund and she left an angry voicemail. They then turned that voicemail into this PSA. Enjoy!
Thank God for the Alamo, thank God for their sense of humor and thank Christ I don't have to worry about sitting next to this numb twat at their theater.
-Quint
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