Twilight: 13 big screen viewings. (Yeah. I'm one of those. So sue me!)
Ironman II: 8 close-up inspections.
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire: present on 6 occasions.
It's not all as pathetic as it sounds. It's not as if I'm spending the kind of money some ladies pour into their highlights and manicures. (A haircut every couple of months will suffice if I have a coupon.)
I'm not paying the Saturday night prices for my fixations. I rarely even shell out for the “before 6pm” shows. No, for me it's the $5 first show of the day special all the way, baby! If I'm gunning for more once it's left the nice theater, I have but to wait for it to resurface at the second-run place. Sure, the bathrooms are worse than the seediest K-Mart in town, and the floors are so sticky your shoes go “sklitch, sklitch, sklitch” as you proceed to your seat, but for a mere $1.50 admission, I'll tough it out!