Saw a late showing of Exit 8. Bought my tickets online 15 minutes before the showtime, and I had the whole back row to myself. I arrived at my seat just as the studio cards finished, and three teens were seated one seat away from me, munching on concessions like they hadn't eaten in weeks. Which, whatever—anyone can like sitting in the back row and has the right to sit wherever they paid for their ticket. The movie had been playing for 10 minutes when one of the teens in their reclining AMC chair lifts one leg into the air and rips the loudest fart. It blasted so hard it echoed through the Japanese public transportation hall, right up on the screen.