I was hoping a tiny meteor would hit the projector and end that agony. Apart from the movie being a catastrophic disappointment I had to put up with a lady, smelling cheap perfume, opening at least five different bags of snacks (plus a small Tupperware container ) and my husband ( like me, also a fan of Mr Wes) asking me every five minutes “can we go home, can we go now…”. “It Happened One Night” and I don’t think I’ll ever forget it.