Captive on a plane to Crete with little to do and no headphones, I watched Paul Blart 2 in silence. I think it worked out for the best.
If I’d had sound I’d have been compelled to rip the screen down and throw it through the window, as cabin de-pressurisation would no doubt have been more preferable for all aboard. Everything is aimed at putting Kevin James in ridiculous situations, but there was something sad about repeatedly being expected to laugh at a fat man falling over.
Preferring your travel sickness to the utterly unfunny ‘slapstick’ on-screen says it all.