I held to the thought that the Savior had suffered the pain of those who had been murdered in cold blood. Though this thought made me feel grateful for the Atonement, I struggled to maintain a positive attitude about the movie. I was able to feel more comfortable as the intensity of the killing slowed. But, occasionally the killing would increase and I had to remind myself to think better thoughts.

It was dark in the theater as I looked around and tried to see the faces of those who were there. I didn’t see anyone I knew, thank goodness, but I did hear the voices of young children laughing and cheering whenever someone was blown-up or obliterated. I thought that perhaps this movie reminded them of an adult arcade game.

I felt uneasy to be at this movie and witness the carnage and killing. I wanted to leave, but every time I wanted to get up and leave the movie got interesting. I wanted to stay and see the outcome.

I stayed until I could hardly stand it any longer. After the main character of the film suddenly let out with a burst of cuss words that I wouldn’t want my mother to hear, I stood up and walked out. As soon as I stood up, I felt better. I didn’t care who saw me stand and stumble in the dark to get out. I hoped I wouldn’t trip over someone’s foot.

I was happier to be away from the theater, but disappointed that what I had hoped would be a good movie wasn’t. I was the only one who left the theater at that time, but I wasn’t embarrassed. It was better for me to be true to myself and leave rather than to remain seated and lower the moral standard I have set.