Other times, the toll of luxury has been less about the distraction from the film and more about the gentle humiliation of the filmgoer. Last year at the film festival, I ordered myself a humble cup of peppermint tea to enjoy during the flick. Little did I know that I was signing myself up for enough jangling crockery and silverware – tray, cup saucer, teapot, strainer, spoon, napkin – to host a solo jumble sale when I finally found my seat in the dark.