| Tales From The Cheap Seats Love it or leave it, one of the integral elements to a successful 
              film-going experience is who goes to the film with you. Whether 
              it's the people you camped out with to see Blast From The Past or 
              the guy who snored so loud during Schindler's List that he had to 
              be asked to leave, we want to hear your best and worst audience 
              stories. Mr. Pants kicks off this inaugural voyage. Send your stories 
              to infiniteslack@pacificnet.net. Part 1 Of An Ongoing Series It was 1985, and the most anticipated movie of the year was making 
              its Midlothian, VA premiere at the Litchfield Theatres' Midlothian 
              Cinemas. Due to careful planning, my friends and I were able to 
              secure a whole mess o' tickets to Rocky IV. Now, at the time, 
              I had not seen the previous three Rocky movies, but I did not let 
              this deter me. Needless to say, in Midlothian, the volatile combination 
              of a Rocky movie fused with Cold War overtones, you have got yourself 
              a sold out 7:30 showing. And the people in the audience were not 
              casual movie goers who happened to be over at the Putt-Putt (or 
              affectionately known as Slut-Putt) playing video games, mini-golf, 
              or skee-ball, oh no. These people in the audience were waiting for 
              this ever since Rocky took Clubber Lang to town and the credits 
              began to roll. They were salivating. Pump up the soundtrack complete 
              with hit makers Survivor and the Godfather of Soul and montages 
              a-plenty and you have several hundred people with the last name 
              of Shifflett ready to explode. The climatic fight began and you 
              would have thought it was the first round of Hagler-Hearns. People 
              were yelling and cheering....and sometimes they did it....standing 
              up. Yes, people were up out of their seats, urging Rocky to beat 
              that Commie's ass. I don't know who officially won the fight since 
              the rows of people seated behind me were clamoring over the seats 
              to, as one of them said, and I swear this is true, "HAY! Let's git 
              closer to tha ring, hi-dammit!" But I was told later who won (if 
              you haven't seen Rocky IV, stop reading): Rocky won.  | 
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