On January 27, 2016

You light up my life

By Dom Cioffi

When you go to the movies every week for 20+ years, you’re going to see some interesting things.

I’ve witnessed inebriation on all levels and in all ages. I’ve seen food fights erupt between unruly teenagers. I’ve even helped break up a brawl between two patrons.

Because I’m at the theater so often, I regard the institution as a bit of a second home and therefore have come to expect a level of respectable behavior from myself and others. Subsequently, if I feel the environment is being compromised, I have no qualms about speaking up.

Unfortunately, one of those unacceptable scenarios crept up this past week.

I entered the theater, and as is customary, immediately headed for my go-to spot, which is front and center, no more than a third of the way back – preferably with plenty of empty seats around me. This can be a popular spot for many patrons, but since I screen my films on off days and off hours, I can generally have my pick of seats.

A little while later as the trailers were wrapping up, another gentleman about my age and stature entered the theater and sat four chairs away from me in my row on the very end seat. I gave him the customary glance as he settled in and then refocused my attention toward the screen.

About ten minutes into the film, as the story was beginning to unfold, I caught sight of a bright light off to my left. I instinctively glanced over to see the gentleman next to me eyeballing his smartphone. I assumed he forgot to turn off the ringer so I thought nothing of it and again turned my attention back to the screen.

Eventually he finished tapping on the screen and the light subsequently dimmed.

About fifteen minutes later he again reached for his smartphone and began tapping away. And again I looked over, this time long enough to see that he was indeed texting as both thumbs were prancing about vigorously.

This is when my irritation officially started. However, I combated the negativity with the empathetic thought that it might be his child or aging mother texting him because of something important. I mean, I’ve been in those situations.

What got to me wasn’t so much that he was answering the texts, but that he was doing it without regard to the blast of light that was streaming from his lap. At no point did he try to hide the fact that he was texting, not did he attempt to obscure the light while he did it.

And in my mind, that is straight-up rude.

This went on throughout the film and each time he pulled up his phone, I either swung my head around or abruptly cleared my throat hoping he would look in my direction and realize the error of his ways. No such luck.

I finally decided that I was through being nice; my subtle innuendos were ineffective. I quickly reviewed the scenario in my mind just to make sure I was in fact justified to say something. All signs pointed to me being absolutely in the right so I made a commitment that I would say something the next time his phone lit up.

About five minutes later it happened. And as soon as the light appeared, I swung around in my seat, opened my mouth, and began to speak. But before I could get a word out, I saw a shadowy figure standing next to the man.

It was tough to tell in the darkness of the theater, but the guy looked to be fairly large, not only in height but in girth. And the deep voice that punctuated the quiet of the theater made him sound all the more intimidating.

“Turn your phone on one more time and you’ll need a new one,” the guy said pointedly. He then sat back down two rows behind him. Just then three or four other people acknowledged their approval with adamant “Thank you’s!” (apparently I wasn’t the only one bothered by the irritating light).

Needless to say, that phone never left the guy’s pocket after that and when the credits rolled, he couldn’t have run out of the theater any faster.

The individuals featured in this week’s film wish they could have run out of the situation they found themselves in on September 11, 2012. Unfortunately, there wasn’t a chance.

Based on the true story and best selling book, “13 Hours: The Secret Soldiers of Benghazi” recalls the terrorist attacks in Libya where six members of a hired security team fought to protect an American diplomatic compound.

If you’re interested in the events that took place during that fateful night in 2012, definitely give this film a try. Just be prepared for a highly-charged, military-styled drama devoid of any political perspective. This is a story about what happened, not about why it happened.

A chaotic “C+” for “13 Hours: The Secret Soldiers of Benghazi.”

Do you want to submit feedback to the editor?

Send Us An Email!

Related Posts

Lessons abroad, Vermont recharge

June 12, 2024
Building a Killington Dream Lodge, part 17  What a difference a year can make. I was really excited about the changes taking place in our Killington ski lodge while I was away attending Schiller College Paris my sophomore year and Graz Center for the second summer. Meanwhile, in Vermont once the roof was done, Dad…

June: ‘bloom whereyou are planted’

June 12, 2024
June is usually thought of as the beginning of summer. School is out, we open our summer houses and maybe plan a vacation. I was given a book called “The Big Book of 30-Day Challenges” written by Rosanna Casper. It sat on a table for a long time with me just looking at it every…

Summer vacation for students in the 50s

June 12, 2024
Whether it’s 2024 or 1954 kids share the enthusiasm that comes from being on school vacation during the summer months. However, the way that their free time is spent has few similarities. As often happens when my weekly breakfast group gets together we take a “look back” at various things and recently we recalled what…

Secrets of early summer

June 12, 2024
Shhhh. Don’t tell anybody, but this is one of my all time favorite weeks of the year. The one where I make myself so exhausted that I am asleep before my head even hits the pillow. The one where I am up with the sunrise for no reason except that I cannot wait for the…