- Running a cinema without any kind of ventilation or temperature control (I actually thought the pandemic had made ventilation of confined spaces a requirement. Silly cow me.)
- Ruining a feast-for-the-eyes Wes Anderson film (in this case Asteroid City but all his films are like eye candy) by behaving as if you are in your own home, Netflixing. In fact, why go to the cinema at all if you can’t sit still, stop yacking, stop stuffing your face with junk, and stop smartphoning non-stop for the duration of a standard-length feature film? Oh, and refrain from kicking the back of the seat in front of you, and from stretching your arms straight up and stretching while yawning loudly (what’s next – burping and farting as loudly as you can in public?).
By the way, that was my first visit to a cinema for close to four years. And the last.