Edelstein admits he ultimately "threw a fit -- just lost it" when the couple wouldn't shut up. He also throws a bit of a fit spontaneously in the piece:
He then asks two questions. First, has culture become "so private" that people don't know how to act considerately in public? (Hard to know what he means by private: Social media-leaning? Home-viewing inclined?) And second, do theater managers feel it's their obligation to stop talking and texting in its irritating tracks? Certain theaters, particularly the Alamo Drafthouse but also the Landmark, are more proactive on this front.
It was like this. These two … persons, a man and a woman (God, I’m so angry I wanna just go LN26IRTUV3C55CUXWX11111!!!!!11#$%Y###%$#W####SDGZ) who happened to be sitting behind me decided to keep up a running conversation during the film — a lyrical, meditative, exquisitely photographed portrait of the Brooklyn-based Nigerian community and what happens when a young wife is unable to conceive a child.