The only place in town showing BZ was a mini-theater on the edge of the ghetto. My work schedule only allowed me to go on a weekday afternoon.
I sat down in the empty 100 seat a couple of minutes before the movie started. My solitude was disturbed by two young black guys who came in and sat directly behind me. Within two minutes, one of the black guys was muttering, "Them honky Mo-Fos, I ain't watching this sh*t!" The other guy was thoroughly enjoying the show and kept repeating, "Be cool, man, This is funny."
I sat there trying not to laugh - a very tough job while watching BZ. I survived it, but think I may have strained my spleen or something.