This happened a bit more than 4 years ago. My late wife somehow scored free tickets to Mr. Popper’s Penguins; she was working for a radio-station conglomerate, and probably got it as part of a trade packet (the cinema company gets air time in exchange for a number of tickets).
Now, these tickets aren’t anything to sneeze at. They were for Premiere Class seating; for the equivalent of about USD50.00, you’re given a *full-size leather love-seat, complete with holders and privacy screens, feet of space between seats, and six seats in a fully-decked-out mini-theater*. You also had the rare option of either engaging the catering service or taking outside food in.. we chose the latter option, and you have *not* lived until you’ve brought in a full Chili’s food package into a theater.
We both knew the movie would suck balls (we didn’t have choice of movie, alas), but one reason why I married my wife was because she had her head screwed on the same way I did.. if you could bring in outside food, what’ll stop you from bringing in a blanket and some small pillows?