Over the past few days, I've taken a little bit of a beating. (I'm not losing any sleep over it, but you can follow the threads here, here, and especially here.)
I get it. Everybody likes movies. You like watching them. If you're wandering around in your free time, you might even hang around and watch one being shot. If you're on your way home, to work, to the grocery store, to the liquor store, to the barber shop, to the funeral home, to the grain and feed mill, to the Poconos, to the airport, to Grandma's house, to Apu's Quickee Mart, to the restroom, to IKEA, or to the tentacle exhibition, you do not want to be delayed in any way shape or form by a movie being shot on your route.
I shall endeavor, in the future, to find all locations 3 miles from any thoroughfare, building or traveled airspace.
(Oh, and not really.)