Heading out to the movies is a magical experience, one we all treasure. Hopefully you have a good theater around, one where you can get a decent tub of popcorn without spending $19.75, plop into a soft, clean, cushioned seat and enjoy 117 minutes of uninterrupted entertainment, with great picture and perfect sound. If you can’t, I hope you at least can find a theater without any hypodermic needles stuck in the cushions. Either way, you settle in and enjoy the show. Munching on your nachos, eating fistfuls of buttery popcorn, sipping sugary soda, and slamming back Milk Duds. You’re transported to a magical world where a teen can swing on webs, a teen can be a wizard, and a teen can have worry-free unprotected sex – hey what the hell man, teens get away with a lot in movies these days. Then, thoroughly entertained, the lights come up. You scan the surrounding area. A veritable concession stand holocaust. Discarded cups in holders. Popcorn strewn about the floor. Crumpled napkins everywhere. If you’re like me, you’re appalled. Shocked. Disgusted. You gather up your trash, mutter, toss it away. If, unlike me, you get up, leave your trash behind and don’t give a shit, you’re the asshole I’m writing about.