Saw Inherent Vice today, a film so byzantine and complex it was hard enough to follow to begin with, but it wasn't helped by some asshole literally coughing up a lung for THREE HOURS STRAIGHT a few rows back.
Seriously, if you can't go more than thirty seconds without a uncontrollable string of phlegmy, booming chest coughs, you are too sick to see a movie in the theater. Bonus suck for the cougher's seatmate literally repeating the onscreen dialogue for the last hour or so of the movie (probably because the goddamn coughing was drowning it out).


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