(miss murchison made me do this). (Reply).
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"...and not just because I probably would have sat in the theater with my hands over my eyes."
Truth to tell, I actually hid my head under my leather duster (which, since it was 68 degrees outside on Saturday, I had only carried with me into the theater in case I needed something to cower beneath) on a couple of occasions, when it all just got too much for me. But then, I feel the urge to hide my head or cover my ears when a character on screen is only being EMBARASSED or making themselves look ridiculous, much less when they're being tortured to death. Eek!