What started as a strident whispered exchange between the two girls seated in front of us, soon turned into a hands over the mouth, desperately stifled giggling. As with any boiling pot, trying to put a lid on it only makes it explode... Soon they were shaking with paroxysms of laughter.
The quiet darkness of the theater scowled at them, and they laughed even harder. On the bloated screen, the costarring explosions and gun fire fought for the girls attention, but were soundly beaten by the tears of hilarity running down their cheeks.