I’m amazed that the heart palpitations inducing shocking conduct here is over a youthful woman frisking it up (albeit with a douchebag) rather than the fact that you apparently can’t attend a darkened room entertainment event without
A) having an IR/low light camera recording you through it.
B) the proprietor or one of their excrement bag employees releasing it to the public.
I hope that sack of crap goes out of business. That showing of a theatrical rendition of Beetlejuice is PROBABLY the modern take off of stuff like Rocky Horror.
Try not to be too amazed. No heart palpitations here. I can condemn the spying on Boebert while concurrently decrying Boebert’s trashy behavior. No need to choose just one or the other.