Oh, I caught Capra's Forbidden (1932) last October at the NFT, London Film Festival... first and thus far only time I've been to that city, and I couldn't believe how "dedicated" or "hardcore" the theatre was to the respect of the medium. Not only were the seats amazingly comfortable (I fell asleep at one point!), but I just knew that everyone there was there to see the film... not a bag of popcorn in site! Very refreshing, but most refreshing was the sound not ten seconds in - the film had started, the credits were still rolling (as they do in old films from those days), and people were just finishing off their sentences with slight whispers, and this elderly woman in the row behind me almost threw a fit when she spat out ssshhhhhh to whomever was still talking. I was like, "Whao, I'm against talking in films, but Christ, give the guy a break."