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Popcorn & Prejudice: A Movie Blog

Seattle Times writer Moira Macdonald muses on moviegoing. Email Moira: mmacdonald@seattletimes.com.

June 9, 2009 at 4:27 PM

When the ringing cellphone is your own

I don’t intend to make Popcorn & Prejudice a confessional (unless some of you have colorful stories you want to share), but something is weighing heavily on me and I need to come clean. The other day, in a movie screening, something unprecedented happened: My cellphone rang. It’s not very loud, and it isn’t an obnoxious ring, and I got to it before the rest of the audience formed a posse and turned on me (in fact I’m not even sure if anyone else noticed), but nonetheless, there it was, interrupting my experience of the movie like a pushy door-to-door salesman during a wake. I thought I’d turned it off, but obviously I hadn’t.
I am, dear readers, most ashamed, all the more so because I’m the first person to glare at the owners of other ringing phones, to fantasize about “accidentally” spilling Diet Coke over the person texting in front of me, to wonder aloud why movie theaters can’t be cellphone dead zones, to blather on in print about good movie behavior. So why am I blogging about it now, rather than keeping this dark secret to myself? A sort of penance, perhaps, or a reminder to myself that, since we all screw up and now then, it’s important to cut others just a bit of slack. Unless they actually answer the phone during the movie, in which case all bets are off. Even if it’s me calling.

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