We watched this in possibly the world's most middle-class cinema. Top of their snack board list was 'Hummus with a warm flatbread'. In an act of class rebellion, I bought a large popcorn and a fizzy pop. Sure I picked up a slight look of elitist disgust from the cashier. They can put their pretentious food stuffs in the boot of their Range Rovers and drive them up each others arses.