went to see rogue one at the alamo drafthouse today, left about 10 minutes into the film
the movie seemed like it was going to be pretty good. but between the place having become a shithole, the pigs behind me ordering everything on the menu 2x and me getting to smell their greasy, salt-laden foodstuffs, the dude sitting next to me having bathed in some stank cologne, and the thermostat kept at 97 degrees, i decided i'd try to catch it somewhere else.
when i've been there before, the usually drop the lights when the movie starts. not today, they needed jaba the hut behind me to be able to see each one of his 4th order of potato skins as he shoveled them into his mouth.