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I don't like seeing movies with large crowds. Setting aside the fact that large groups of people make the already stupid individuals even less tolerable, it creates a lot of noise. Shuffling, candy wrappers, talking, cell phones, foul odors (there's always a stinky one in the theatre!), and so on.

What irritates me most, however, are infants. A small child is extremely distracting but at least they have a purpose for being there; they can watch the movie.

Infants cannot. The purpose of bringing an infant to the movies is to save the parents babysitting fare or the trouble of finding a babysitter at all. The entire viewing audience now gets to experience Avatar 3D, if it were watched from a YMCA nursery.

I had the unique pleasure of sharing a space with not one but THREE infants. Two of the three had responsible parents, at least. If the baby became restless, they went outside until he or she was settled again.

The young couple right next to me, however, did not. Avatar is not a plot-oriented movie, granted, but the sound of a crying baby is a quick trip back to reality when you're attempting to immerse yourself in a newly discovered, three-dimensional world.

And there was dialogue. Dialogue that I missed due to the erratic whining/cooing/gurgling/crying of my neighborhood spawn. Up through the climax of the movie, the child exhibited the nearly psychic ability to cut off the most critical statement of the scene.

I say up through the climax because, after nearly 2.5 hours of cinema, the child broke out into a full on tantrum that lasted the remainder of the film. The visuals told the story well enough, but that really isn't the point.

So here is my first stamp, influenced by quiet rage and the compulsive need to complain about it SOMEWHERE.

I may make a generic one for any movie, because I can't be alone.

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Description
15 Minutes
17 Frames

I don't like seeing movies with large crowds. Setting aside the fact that large groups of people make the already stupid individuals even less tolerable, it creates a lot of noise. Shuffling, candy wrappers, talking, cell phones, foul odors (there's always a stinky one in the theatre!), and so on.

What irritates me most, however, are infants. A small child is extremely distracting but at least they have a purpose for being there; they can watch the movie.

Infants cannot. The purpose of bringing an infant to the movies is to save the parents babysitting fare or the trouble of finding a babysitter at all. The entire viewing audience now gets to experience Avatar 3D, if it were watched from a YMCA nursery.

I had the unique pleasure of sharing a space with not one but THREE infants. Two of the three had responsible parents, at least. If the baby became restless, they went outside until he or she was settled again.

The young couple right next to me, however, did not. Avatar is not a plot-oriented movie, granted, but the sound of a crying baby is a quick trip back to reality when you're attempting to immerse yourself in a newly discovered, three-dimensional world.

And there was dialogue. Dialogue that I missed due to the erratic whining/cooing/gurgling/crying of my neighborhood spawn. Up through the climax of the movie, the child exhibited the nearly psychic ability to cut off the most critical statement of the scene.

I say up through the climax because, after nearly 2.5 hours of cinema, the child broke out into a full on tantrum that lasted the remainder of the film. The visuals told the story well enough, but that really isn't the point.

So here is my first stamp, influenced by quiet rage and the compulsive need to complain about it SOMEWHERE.

I may make a generic one for any movie, because I can't be alone.

Stamp Template compliments $zilla774: [link]