I hate the prices at the concession stand. $3.00 for a bag of M&Ms? What a loving rip.
Also, I hate how parents want to bring their three-year-old into an R-rated movie where there's obviously going to be a lot of noises such as gunshots or explosions. Then they start screaming. I can hardly watch the movie while they're screaming their loving heads off, saying how the movie is too loud, and how they need to go to the bathroom? I'm ready to walk over, and scream at the mother, "HEY, DO YOU THINK WE LIKE THIS WHILE WE'RE TRYING TO WATCH OUR loving MOVIE? NO, WE DON'T." Instead, I have to sit through the movie while they cry and the ushers do nothing about it. After it's over, I can hardly remember a thing about the movie, and I'm really pissed.
And that's what I hate about the Cinema.
