This movie haunts me

Back in 1997 I'd seen every movie out in the theatre at the time (it's what I do), except Spice World. I said 'what the hell' and bought a ticket...after all, Ginger Spice was kinda hot in a slutty trashy kinda way. I enter the theatre and immediately notice it's full of moms and their daughters...and by daughters I mean elementary school aged. They all looked at me like I was some sort of pedophile, but I sat my creepy looking ass down anyway. Then the movie began and my life changed forever. This movie was awful, yet the moms and daughters loved it. As I continued to watch the terrible garbage on the silver screen before me, I suddenly felt the urge to pass gas. I decided to let it go, after all the odor would go nicely with the film itself. In doing so I managed to...well, shart all over myself. And you know what happened next? I sat in my excrement and finished the film. Yes that's right...I sat in my own $hit to watch $hit.

If there was a trick, there must be a Trickster...