What's the funniest thing you heard in a movie theater?

I was surprised that I wasn’t able to shed a tear. I am an emotional sort of person, but that movie just didn’t do it for me.

Finally, the music quieted down, and there was a 10-second lull. The only sounds I heard were people sniffing and sobbing around me. My sister was crying as well.

I almost giggled when the thunderous background music crashed down over some dramatic scene. The music was way too loud.

How do I stop my 12-year-old daughter from crying herself to sleep? I have punished her and she still does it.

I noticed heads bobbing and turning to look at the cold-hearted 16-year-old girl who didn’t cry. I lowered myself in the seat and tried to squeeze out a tear, but I couldn’t manage it.

Someone in the audience (who wasn’t paying attention) asked where the movie took place. Being born in the Midwest, my cousin jokingly shouted, “Iowa!”

Ali’s character called him "Preppy," if I remember right. He attended Harvard and she went to Radcliffe College.

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Too many people heard her. Some guys behind us snickered at my sister’s remark.

The acting just wasn’t believable. Ali’s swearing seemed so rehearsed, and Ryan played the poor little rich boy who played hockey.

As the movie progressed, Ali’s character was diagnosed with cancer. It was sad; I understand that. But everyone in the packed theater— and I mean everyone—seemed to be crying. I was the only person sitting there like a rock, staring straight ahead.

Why do I feel so down and not happy anymore? I also feel really tired and non-motivated. Is that normal for someone to feel that way?

She glanced over at my dry eyes and loudly asked, “Why aren’t you crying?” I looked at her in surprise wondering why I wasn’t crying.

My sister, a cousin, and I went to see “Love Story” in 1971 at a theater in Minneapolis. The movie starred Ali MacGraw and Ryan O’Neal.

My cousin didn’t want to go, but he had a car and could drive us to the theater.

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That did it for me. I spat up my Coke and had to leave to clean up in the restroom.

“Love means never having to say you’re sorry.” Yeah, right!