I, too, like to bring "outside" food with me to the movies. But pizza? Did you check if the bottom was nice and greasy before setting it on the seat? ("2 Seats, One for My Pizza," by Paul Brownfield, April 3).
Seriously, I like to bring outside food because I can bring what I like and the price of movie food is too high! But the other side of the issue are the slobs who attend movies. If they act the same at home, I never want to visit them.
Spilled soda and popcorn, gum on the floor and seats, ketchup and mustard all over the place. Now I have to look out for pizza on the seats and floor?
If there weren't so many pigs around, perhaps there wouldn't be so much resistance.
Adding to the physical and audio abuse we experience at the movies, Brownfield wishes to encourage audiences so fully devoid of manners to further abuse us with the horrific odors of fast food and the smacking of chops in delight as we attempt to see a film.
It's time for movie lovers and Hollywood to assume their obligation to those of us expecting to see a film in a noise- and odor-free environment. With not a modicum of manners, our American audience is loud, rude and insensitive, now encouraged to eat outside food by Brownfield, so all senses can be attacked at one sitting.
I consider myself a law-abiding, moral, respectful person, but I too like to sneak outside food into movie theaters. I've got it all figured out: I bring my backpack and usually bring in burritos for my kids or husband and me. Burgers work well, as do sub sandwiches. And I bring my bottle of water, tucked boldly into the side pouch of the pack. If an employee stops me (it never has happened), I've got my defense: I need the food and water for a medical condition (uh ... an aversion to bad snacks?), otherwise I might pass out ... and you wouldn't want all that commotion, would you? It's my guilty pleasure
I would like to suggest that Brownfield either go to the movies or stay home and eat dinner. Anyone who would bring a falafel to "The Hours" is probably not going to enjoy the movie anyway. But if Brownfield is just not capable of lasting two hours without diving into that pizza, I hope he sits in the back corner, far, far away from anyone actually there to see a film.
During the '30s and '40s, theaters did not sell food at concession stands. My grandfather was a candy-maker and he opened his shops next door to theaters and did quite well, selling both candy and popcorn. During World War II he had a store next to the Fox Theater in Richmond. During the '30s, he had a store in Oakland next to the Roxy. It was at the Roxy that my aunt sold tickets and thwarted a would-be robber by accusing him of having his finger under his shirt rather than a gun. He ran off and was soon caught by the police in a stolen car with the gun she thought he didn't have.
I always bring my bottled water into the movies, but I'm not quite brazen enough to haul in pizza.