For nearly the entire run time of Rabbit Hole, the woman sitting three seats away from me in the theater cried. I was already annoyed with her because she was one of those people who had chosen a seat too close to mine when there were at least 150 open spaces to choose from. Not only did she do that, but she also frittered away time during the trailers arranging the tub of concession stand soda, a bottled water, and her coffee about her. I didn't understand how one person could possibly need all of those beverages (none of which I actually witnessed her drinking) to survive a 90-minute movie, but if I had to guess now I'd say she may have been preparing for the complete evacuation of all of her bodily fluids via her unceasing stifled tears. The thing is, Rabbit Hole is only depressing in theory. Nicole Kidman and Aaron Eckhart star as a married couple coping (or at least going through the motions of coping) with the accidental death of their young son. This is the catalyst, this is what the film is about, the reminder of the dead boy is ever present, but the movie never seems to be trying too hard to solicit tears from the viewer. For this woman to be crying, non-stop, through the film, was absurd. For her to start anew while others were laughing, well, I kind of gathered this hit a little close to home. Either that, or she has a ridiculous capacity for empathy, fictional characters included. Still, if that's the case, I have no idea why she was in that theater. What's more, I have no idea why she had to sit right near me. Because of her complete inability to hold her shit together, I have her face spliced into every scene of the film. I kept looking over at her, wondering if there'd ever be a point when she'd stop whimpering.