I saw Harry Potter tonight and LOVED IT. A lot.
There was a guy who was sitting a few seats down from me and anytime anything remotely exciting or dangerous or scary came on the screen he would say, "Oh, boy. Oh no." And start to fret and fidget. It was hilarious. Mostly because he was saying and acting exactly the way I was feeling inside.
Also, there was a women who was laughing to the point of wheezing at the preview for the Yogi Bear movie. I have never felt so dejected about the human race than I did right then. I took a long hard slug of my Icee and tried to face the world again. Thanks to Harry Potter for bringing me out of that brief but deep funk.