I made my way through the crowded isles at the cinema, my ten-year-old brother at my side, and made myself as tall as I could in order to see over people’s heads in hopes of finding a few empty seats. I had made it a point to get there at least thirty minutes before the movie started and even then the theatre was packed. I finally spotted two empty seats in a dark corner next to an unkempt older man. The theatre was loud with teenagers hollering over almost every line. The older man next to me did not have the most appealing body odor. If this was the case at the average theater in Queens, New York, which I go to for its proximity and convenience, I cannot begin to imagine what it must have been like in the city. In the end, as much as I loved 2012’s The Avengers, I was not a fan of that movie-going experience.