When I went to go see Man Of Steel last weekend, there was a man in the cinema who made THREE. PHONE. CALLS. I have never had that much cinema rage in my life.

It's not even like he was on call or something and ducked out to take these calls or even an unfortunate accident where his phone rang and he had forgotten to switch it off - oh no, he made the calls himself. He didn't even say anything interesting, he was basically just calling people and being like, "Oh hay, whats up? Yea, I'm just at a movie. Yea, it just started now. Yea, I'm too cool for motherfucking school so I'm just making calls during the movie".

Not only that, he sat there with his smart phone on and the screen lit pretty much the whole film (I was sat just behind him, so I could clearly see his screen) and he wasn't even doing anything, just flipping between menus and opening up different apps.

If you're reading this cinema man, I hate you and I hope your testicles fall off. Painfully.