A quick note to the couple who sat next to me last night at HP6.
Dear Sir and Madam,
I don't know what it says on YOUR ticket, but on mine it says Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. NOT Seventh Grade Make-out Party. Listen, it is one thing to go to a 4:00 showing of Madagascar when it's been out for 6 weeks and eat face. It is an entirely different matter when you decide to go to an extremely popular film on the opening day in an obviously packed theatre and mack the whole time. Seriously, why did you even pay the eight dollars if you were just going to make out and only occasionally detach to catch snippets of that pesky movie going on in the background? Come on guys, this is why God invented basements. And cars. And strategically-placed trees! I came here to watch a game of quidditch, NOT TO LISTEN TO A GAME OF TONSIL HOCKEY.