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I have never walked out of a film before the end. probably due to my legendary meanness.
have fallen asleep in the cinema many times, tho, even watching films I could have sworn I was enjoying.
have sat thro rubbish in the theatre too but there I sit, clapping at the end, rather than rise and run while the going was good, early on, trusting my instincts.
is this only meanness, or cowardice, or politeness, fear of embarrassment, a dull variant on masochism? or just because the big, safe, dark, warm and womblike environment is lulling me in its bosom? |
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