So last night I am in the movie theater watching Superman Returns with friends. I am a sit in the middle type o guy, always nestled between moviegoing companions like they're my bodyguards or posse. I somehow ended up on the end (what!?!) and was thus dependent on the kindness of strangers to enjoy the movie. I prayed for them to keep quiet, etc... Which they did ......until those lipsmacking, tongue slamming and shirt rustling noises began. Yes, the couple next to me cooed, tongued, and all but dropped to the sticky theater floor whenever the film was inbetween super setpieces. which is to say: they did this a lot since Superman Returns is pretty snail paced as these things go. I can't for the life of me figure out what event in Superman Returns --which is very nostalgia driven, G rated and sexless --prompted this tsunami of hormones in them. But boy howdy they weren't about to stop even though I was practically climbing into my girlfriend's lap to escape them.
Ewww.
At least the movie was good.
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