A young woman attends a matinee with her father. It’s a special occasion. They don’t get to spend much private time with one another, and a chance to watch a movie they’ve been dying to see is treasured by both.
The theatre is nearly empty given the time of day – so they get to pick any seats they want. Halfway up, middle of the row. Perfect.
The previews wrap up, popcorn bucket is nearly full, and the feature begins. She’s never been happier.
Forty-five minutes in, and she hates the movie. The plot is too predictable and unbelievable. Worse, the characters one-dimensional with a flimsy script. Another hour and a half of this?
And then the most surprising thing occurs.