Hate the bright cell-phone lights that pop up in the darkness at movie theaters? Jerks yakking as though they're at home watching a DVD? Love the communal experience of going to films so much that sitting at home and being a Netflix junkie isn't enough? Our solution? Matinees at AMC Tustin 14 at the District. We have no idea why­—other than to assume the unruly masses must sleep in after a rough night of carousing—but not only are the pre-noon shows cheaper than those after, but they're also blissfully free of assholes. Every time we've attended, the audience has been polite, non-texting, non-glowing and . . . quiet. Doesn't make a difference if it's the latest blockbuster, 3D, foreign or indie. Silence is golden.