Addendum

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Some theaters, you can enter through an exit; thereby paying nothing for anything you choose to view.

Do this only when a large group of moviegoers are, indeed, exiting.

Someone stops you, say you forgot something; lost someone. Or tell them you didn’t see the Exit Only on the door.

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