Obviously, "they"'re not so different from us after all: you'd think that being a powerful Hollywood big shot would afford a person some comfort and isolation from the indignities the rest of us peons have to suffer, especially those of us who feel the perverse urge to catch a first-run movie in an actual theatre (can't you just smell the olestra? Feel the back of your seat being kicked? See the glow of a Razr phone...?). Well, heavy-hitter Nora Ephron feels our pain, and has posted her tale of woe to the New York Times. Bad framing, no sync sound, clueless staff, in-absentee management--sounds like a Toronto Saturday night!
