There is something eerily peaceful about an empty theater. It's the kind of environment where someone asks, "why are we whispering?" and gets puzzled shrugs in reply. While you're there you walk on the eggshells of a paradox. A full theater is a place for suspense, for dramatic anticipation. An empty theater, though void of the visceral drama of a packed theater, asks for the same reactions: expectation, unease, and contemplation.... But as I pressed the GO button to start...