I went to see The Dark Knight at midnight on opening night.  Don't worry, I won't spoil any of it for you. 

So I went to Loew's, which had three theaters showing Batman (think about 800 people total).  The theater was completely packed; ShowTunes and I were lucky to get seats next to each other.  There were a pitiful amount of people dressed up - I'd heard that the wildest people came to Loews for the midnight showing, but there was only one Joker and a couple crappy Batmans.  ShowTunes dressed in her finest fangirl gear, I just smeared Joker makeup across my face.  I got a few congratulations for having the balls to do this and I immediately question the resolve of these fellow nerds.  If these people were my people, they'd all be in full costume.  I wash my hands of them.

Previews, previews, (apparently Watchmen looks like it's following the book pretty closely, which I hear is good).  Thankfully there were only about ten minutes of previews as opposed to the FORTY-FIVE minutes that were in front of Spiderman 3, but nonetheless after the first two or three people started groaning and demanding the movie.

So the lights go down and title comes up.  Now, backtrack about eight hours: I tell ShowTunes I planned on yelling something before the show starts.  She bets me I won't.  Call me out on being a loudmouth attention-whore?  I think not. 

Cue back to the present moment.  Lights down, title up.  I promptly yell out "HEATH LEDGER DIES AT THE END."

Now, what I meant was "Heath Ledger is dead".  What they thought I meant was "Heath Ledger's character dies at the end", which would be spoiling the end of the most-anticipated comic book movie in three years.

I am promptly booed by the entire theater.  One guy behind me says "Jesus, what a c***!" to some chuckles.

I have no idea what happened past that besides the movie - I was laughing too hard.

P.S.  It kicked ass.  Go see it now.  I hear it rocks in IMAX.