The main problem with watching cheesy 1950s sci-fi flicks like "The Brain that Wouldn't Die" in the middle of a crowded coffeehouse is not, as one might think, the inane chit-chat intruding on the film's soundtrack. I have good headphones to block that out. No, the problem is that I have to keep my MST3K commentary to myself. I have half-a-dozen extremely wrong-headed comments to make to such classic lines as "Our bodies are capable of adjusting in ways we've hardly dreamt of" and if I say them outloud, I will likely be thought crazy.
*sigh*
*sigh*