Shut Your Face

Much to my chagrin I’ve never been to Texas which means I’ve never gotten the chance to experience the nonpareil joy of being at an Alamo Drafthouse screening. The theater always finds a way to provide older drive-in classics and newer independent features a forum for expression. If you recall, they never balked during the whole The Interview controversy. I’m sure the audiences are more respectful of cinema there but in case a novice walks in with the intention of chatting during the picture, they have a PSA to prevent that. Hugh Keays-Byrne was absolutely electrifying in the operatic, amok Fury Road and he channels some of that voltage for this message. Why didn’t he become a mega-villain on the scale of Richard Lynch?

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