My personal case of cinema interruptus.

I wanted to show an ex girlfriend of mine "Saving Private Ryan", a film which has almost sacred value to me.

I made the mistake of choosing her place to watch it. In less than 15 minutes, we had been interrupted almost 3 times and the beautiful sound was being molested by unending noise coming from her relatives.

I got so angry that I chose to end my misery there and quit watching the film. She got inexplicably mad at me because I wasn't able to convey how much it meant to me that this experience was as untarnished as possible.

In the end, we never did watch it because I never wanted the possibility of repeating that awful scenario ever again.

Am I the asshole?