Tonight the family went to see Wonder Woman (which, for the record, I very much enjoyed).
About, oh, 90 minutes into the film, someone one row up, five seats to the right, started texting on his cell phone. The screen was big (for a cell phone) and bright. I found it annoying and distracting, gave it about a minute then hollered, “Can you put your phone away!”
It wasn’t stated lovingly.
For my money, the declaration was a no-brainer. Mid-movie cell phone usage is bullshit. Everyone knows it’s bullshit. It’s distracting, selfish, crappy. So … hey. Yet when I turned to my left, the wife was horrified. Like, not slightly horrified. H-o-r-r-f-i-e-d. And the kids were somewhat-to-very much embarrassed.
But I don’t feel like I did anything wrong.