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After The Show, 1988

After The Show (1988)Conventional wisdom would state that there are a few sure-fire ways to get into fights at a movie theater. One of those involves bringing a bag full of clothing to opening night of a typical summer blockbuster, placing a different article of clothing on every seat in the center of the theater and telling everyone who walks by that yes, in fact those seats are saved. Eventually there will be blood off-screen, with zero chance of romance.

Or you take it upon yourself to finish your photo assignment in a dark theater just as the credits are rolling. In my case, you do exactly this, but a few seconds before the credits finish rolling. The benefits are huge: less clothing to carry around, and fewer fist fights. After all, those who are actually close enough to do any damage (such as the well groomed contemplator sitting directly behind me) are blinded temporarily. Meanwhile, your teenage friends are too busy talking about how much they liked the film to have the time to ask what the hell you think you're doing. "That's okay," you say. "We'll figure it out it in the parking lot".

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