Thanks for that, Moe and Bets. I haven't been in a cinema for about five years, mostly due to the smell of foodstuffs brought in, and the muttered observations of audience members. There's no better turn-off of seeing people sitting down to a lovely, romantic dinner on screen and getting a whiff of someone's hot-caramel-buttered-popcorn to spoil the image. Or some spoiler whispering, "Yeah, this is the bit where his ex-wife comes in and chucks his soup over him." Thanks, pal. Next time I'll save the entrance fee and just ask you for a scene-by-scene free report.
So, much as I used to like cinemas, now that the majority of folks can't get by without feeding their faces every 15 minutes, I'll probably pass on that experience and wait for it to hit tv, Bets. I do like the sound of exploding cigars - Corky the Cat isn't involved as well, is he? :lol: