During a midday screening of Call Me By Your Name that I once attended, two middle-aged women pulled out an entire roast chicken and began eating it with their bare hands, interrupting a tender scene of queer romance in the Italian countryside with cracks, rips and slurps. Our issues today—people singing in movies, kids filming entire concerts on their phones, people throwing hard objects at singers—are just modern-day versions of conundrums like, I don't know, when is it polite to throw rotten tomatoes and jeer during a public hanging?
Singing during movies is obviously annoying and disrespectful both to the people around you and to the performers themselves (not that they know), but what's been surprising is the fact that people are defending this as some kind of fundamental act of self-expression.
Even Dwayne Johnson, who is reprising the role of Maui in Moana 2, has chimed in: Sing! You've paid your hard-earned money for a ticket, and you've gone into a musical, and you're into it. But that's not how it works! That's not how anything works, Mr. Rock. That's like saying that because you've bought a book, you can legally throw it at a passing cyclist.
Paying for a movie ticket means you have bought the right to watch a film and to sit in a chair, at best. You're not allowed to bypass social conventions; your ticket does not trump the rights of others.
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