As I moved down the aisle, he followed. I settled into a seat on the third row. Although the characters just thirty feet or so before me were large, there was nothing between me and the silver screen. My DH, on the other hand, made some comment to the effect of this not being his favorite.
I would never equate myself to someone with a life challenging issue as those relegated to the "Handicapped", "Disabled" or "Challenged" - whatever PC title they give it these days - seats down front. However, perhaps they should add a few seats in the back of these theaters, each raised a bit (or a bit more). Reserve them for those of us with short statute so we can have an equal view of the screen without having to sit with necks crooked back, eyes blinded by the light and strained by the mammoth characters on the screen.
Of course given the choice I would choose the sore neck, blinding light, and strained eyes to enjoy the film over the view of the back of someones neck or the glow of the film as a halo around a "stunning" large hairdo. I can always buy the soundtrack later. It is the film I came to see. Operative word there being "see". Is this too much to ask?