iI didn't watch the Oscars and I didn't see whatever stupid effort they tried to use to appeal to me. What... am I supposed to feel romantic about squeezing into a metal seat with God-only-knows what parasites while my feet stick to the floor and stingy operators turn down the bulbs to make the screen too dark while cranking up the volume of the sound system to ear-splitting levels while I snack on the absolute worst garbage barely fit to be fed to humans while Robots vs Alien Menace 15, the sequel to Robots vs Alien Menace 14, takes up 90 minutes of my life that I'll never fucking get back?
You want me to feel like that's some fuckin' romantic moment?
The last time, the absolute last time, that I was in a theater and remembered enjoying the experience because I was in a theater was watching the heat-seeking proton torpedo blow up Christopher Plummer's cloaked Bird of Prey on opening night of Star Trek VI, because Plummer absolutely nailed the villain role and we all cheered to see him blow up.
And I guess going to see Episode I at Mann's at midnight in Westwood was pretty cool, because of all the cosplayers. But that's the absolute last time.
I fail to see why that is the audience's problem.
If the business model cannot support a superior experience, then it deserves to die.