So, seeing a film in a small theatre like Jackman Hall really highlights a whole class of people that I just can’t stand: movie latecomers. Here’s why these people are a special kind of idiot:

1. It’s a Cinematheque film, which means it’s a ten year old art house film with subtitles. This kind of film does not have ten minutes of preceding trailers and advertisements that give you a buffer; when the curtain opens and the lights dim, the main feature begins.
2. The theatre’s tiny, so if you get there late, everyone will notice, and you’ll be in everyone’s way. This doesn’t seem to bother these shitheads, as some of them arrived at today’s film 30 minutes late (by which time they’d missed most of the character development) and stood in the doorway and aisle next to me.
3. Most normal humans know that when you enter a theatre where the movie is already playing, it’ll take a moment for your eyes to adjust to the darkness. Again, most normal humans know that you simply wait until you can see, or maybe stare at the floor to get used to the dark. What you don’t do is fumble blindly and (I really wish I was kidding here) grope the person on the end of the aisle — who happened to be me — in the hopes of making your way to an empty chair.

I say lock the doors at one minute past. Fucknuts.