NC-17

I went to a movie today so I could think.  That's kind of odd, I know, but I think better in a movie theatre.  I tried to watch the movie for the first fifteen minutes, but it was so boring, I don't even remember what I was watching.  Movies are like sex: The older you get the less interesting they become unless you make them.  After about thirty minutes of hearing senseless crap on the screen while scribbling down my thoughts in a note book, I heard a back ground noise of two people having sex.  I ignored it as much as possible, but started noticing other people in the theatre turning around watching two college girls going all the way.  It was time for a break, so I turned around and was actually impressed with the on stage love making I was watching.  The two college girls must have been stoned because I don't think they even knew where they were, unless they are professional exhibitionist who should have won an Oscar for their NC-17 style performance.  It had come to the point where the entire theatre of movie going patrons was watching the two college girls without one eye on the movie screen.  The house lights came on and the two nice young women were escorted out of the theatre.  Once again, the movie was so bad; the theatre had cleared out, except for me, no longer than five minutes after the actresses of the year had left the building.  A quite theatre, a boring movie, and time to think: what a great afternoon.