The first thing I do when I go to a movie these days (at least since last July) is a battery check. I arrive fashionably early so I can get my horribly un-tactical favorite seats about two-thirds back and centered so that I don't have to crane my neck in any direction to see the movie and then, while the theater is still largely empty and the house lights haven't dimmed, I light both the exit doors down by the screen to make sure my flashlight has a good charge on it.
Admittedly, this is more of a nervous tic than anything else; unless I'm carrying my purse it's not like I have spare batteries or anything... (What? Everybody doesn't carry spare batteries in their purse?) ...but it assures me that, should I need to brightly illuminate those areas for some reason as I scurry for the exits, I can.
I am glad I was not in this particular theater for this showing of Iron Man 3. I am sure something dumber happened this week, but I can't think off the top of my head what it might have been. Compared to this, the State Department standing athwart the internet and yelling "Stop!" looks like a paragon of savvy genius.
Too soon, Goodrich Quality Theaters Capital 8; too soon.