The sign that gave me away was when I genuflected at the end of a row of CINEMA seats. I wouldn't have minded so much if I had still been a churchgoer - but that was about 22 years since I'd last been to church during which time I hadn't genuflected once (even though I'd been to the cinema and theatre plenty of times). I'll never know what dug that reflex out of the conditioning of infancy that day. My date, who was behind me, fell right over me, landed on his face and had a nose bleed all the way through the film.
I don't blame you Ike, I couldn't stop laughing either - much to the chagrin of my date. That relationship didn't last.
No, I remember clearly, it was "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest" - I have no idea what made me genuflect as that moment not having done so for so long. I also remember the whole audience getting to their feet, clapping and cheering when Chief Bromden escaped. I can't remember the name of my date ...