@ HP. We usually go for morning or matinee screenings to avoid potentially loud audiences. It's not so bad here in Canada, but back in Manchester, UK, cinemas could be a nightmare at peak time.
That sarcasm would literally have gotten you beaten up by some of the scallies there. No joke.
I go to a lot of movies, all different times of the week and the day. But other than something like
The Force Awakens, very, very rarely do I ever go to a "peak hour" screening. You still have to deal with idiots. But that's why I say that, when possible, I'll just get up and move.
And I have only come close to getting into fights over my sarcasm to rude sh!theads in movie theaters twice. Once the guy got up and was going to do something but his girlfriend, who was the one who had doing most of the talking, calmed him down. The other was quite funny, actually, and former MoFo member LordSlayton was with me. It was a free preview screening. I used to go to a TON of those, like two or three a month for a while. That is a whole different scene, Man. You get these regulars, the people who go to three or four per week, who are maga-********.Their logic, it seems to be, is that hey, you didn't pay nuthin' to get in here, so what do you care? As if courtesy has a price point, or as if their attitude would be any different if they had miraculously ponied up the dough for a ticket.
Anyway, Brian (LordSlaytan) and I were at a preview screening of
The Constant Gardner and wound up in the second to last row of the house. Directly behind us was what we gathered was a boy and girlfriend, probably twentyish, and her mother. The two women were talking the entire fu*king time. And not ostensibly about anything going on in the film as even as stupid as 'Hey, isn't that a pretty blouse she's wearing' or whatever, but just chatting about their dull lives. I talked to Ruth last week and she's taking her car in to have the brakes looked at or whatever inanity, and not being too quiet about it, either. Gave them the look a few times, nothing. Finally said some version of my standard, "How about we talk about this AFTER the movie?!?", and after being so shocked I said anything, they did stop. But then the boyfriend, who was directly behind me, starts kicking the seat. Not like he's trying to bend it like Beckham, but just messing with it. Gave him a stare, he stopped.
Towards the end of the movie he starts up again. Kicking the back of the seat. Finally the end credits start, and he gives the seat a real, swift, true boot! I stood up and turned around, as did Slytan. I am 6'3" and Slaytan was only an inch or two shorter. And we were not skinny weeds, either. This dude kicking the seat to I guess protect the honor of his girlfriend and her mother to talk during movies (???) was NOT very big. In fact he was so slight that even being a row below him in stadium seating we were nearly eye to eye. He took one look at the two of us, now standing in front of him, and very quickly shuffled off with his head down.
That was a good one.
LordSlaytan being who he was wanted to follow the guy outside and get in his face, but I convinced him we made our point.
But that little turd was the closest I ever came to a physical altercation over telling a rude ******* that they are a rude *******.
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when someone had one of their fingers chopped off suddenly. Quickly followed by a break of people laughing while the movie's arguably most important/climatic fight was taking place. Loved that. 
