Clearly some of you have made the rather elementary mistake of going to premieres. I went to a screening in the small Devonshire town of Exmouth about three weeks after the initial UK release. The childishly disproportionate wave of hysteria was over by then, and it was past bed-time for the more rabid Orlando Bloom afficionados, so everyone just sat down and watched the film quietly like civilised people. Mind you, they're a relaxed lot down in Devon anyway.<P>Some of the events described above beggar belief: I behave better than that in an advanced state of drunkenness. Sheer adolescent inanity, from the sound of it coming from those old enough to know better.<P>As for bringing children, I've a feeling that baby-sitters may have been something of a rare commodity on the night of the premiere. I expect that taking the children was a necessary evil, as would be leaving if they were being disruptive.
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