When the theater went black at 9:10 as scheduled, the theater was half-empty. By 9:25 class was dismissed, and the children had arrived. When the film started 5 minutes later, they were in full force, each one fancying themselves a sharper version of Tom Servo.
The fear hit when between outbursts, I realized these kids were laughing. Is it because they know no real fear that any surge of emotion in need of release is interpreted as a joke, or are they putting on a bravado show for their peers? Laughing at decapitations. Laughing at grief and misery and danger. What happens then, when real terror hits us? Will America's Future laugh and make some snappy remark in the face of tragedy? Will our Doomsday be the next Dude, Where's My Car?