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rmThe thing I didn't talk about last night in my Marie Antoinette post is the horrors of free screenings!
Sitting outside beforehand a woman comes up to me and asks if I have a guest with me, and since I say no asks if she can be mine. She's older, probably about sixty and I see no reason to refuse -- she's polite and clean and I know how eager I was to see the film, and so I'm happy to help her see it as well.
You can already see where I am going with this: I was wrong. In the hour plus we waited online together she complained constantly and was often rude. She went on and on about all the other free screenings she had been too, savaged The Prestige in a way that made it clear she simply was incapable of accepting any film told in a non-linear fashion and then, after an offhand remark about the SAG/WGA screenings, tried to pump me for info so she could go along that line to get people to invite her in with them. _THAT_ annoys me. I pay for that membership, and it's a perk of being in SAG (which I also pay for quite dearly). The theatre is always dead silent during films and people stay for the credits. None of this yelling and booing and exploding potato chip bag bullshit. I would _never_ take someone I didn't know into the DGA theatre; I take a guest whose company I enjoy or I go alone. I'm all for the free, and I'm a big ol' complainer, but the thought of this woman making her retirement about being outraged by free movies and berating the staff of the theatres screening them for not letting her in at the precisely the moment she wants (this happened repeatedly, she called staff members lazy and stupid as they tried to manage the line outside) just made me NUTS.
Luckily I didn't sit with her.
Ugh ugh ugh.
Sitting outside beforehand a woman comes up to me and asks if I have a guest with me, and since I say no asks if she can be mine. She's older, probably about sixty and I see no reason to refuse -- she's polite and clean and I know how eager I was to see the film, and so I'm happy to help her see it as well.
You can already see where I am going with this: I was wrong. In the hour plus we waited online together she complained constantly and was often rude. She went on and on about all the other free screenings she had been too, savaged The Prestige in a way that made it clear she simply was incapable of accepting any film told in a non-linear fashion and then, after an offhand remark about the SAG/WGA screenings, tried to pump me for info so she could go along that line to get people to invite her in with them. _THAT_ annoys me. I pay for that membership, and it's a perk of being in SAG (which I also pay for quite dearly). The theatre is always dead silent during films and people stay for the credits. None of this yelling and booing and exploding potato chip bag bullshit. I would _never_ take someone I didn't know into the DGA theatre; I take a guest whose company I enjoy or I go alone. I'm all for the free, and I'm a big ol' complainer, but the thought of this woman making her retirement about being outraged by free movies and berating the staff of the theatres screening them for not letting her in at the precisely the moment she wants (this happened repeatedly, she called staff members lazy and stupid as they tried to manage the line outside) just made me NUTS.
Luckily I didn't sit with her.
Ugh ugh ugh.
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Date: 2006-10-20 03:54 pm (UTC)When people give me free things in New York they get hugs if they seem open, or smiles and glad thanks. Bitching? Not really on the menu. No.
Also...the "Leading Women" book you gave me...wow. How could you have known? I've fallen in love with two of the short plays, "Five Women in the same Dress" by Alan Ball and "Stop Kiss" by Diana Son. The latter is a HARDCORE love. Have you read it? If you have, remind me to tell you why the last scene hits creepily close to home.
As if that weren't enough, the "Blowing through life Sideways" monologue is so amazing. I think I was born to learn and do it. I've lived it! After reading it, stunned, I turned the page to see a piece from "Crumbs from the Table of Joy." I saw this play in it's premiere at Second Stage Theater, back when it was up above the Beacon with my mother. We absolutely loved it, and I chatted with the Director (and family actor favorite from: Brother from Another Planet) Joe Morton during it's intermission.
...have you been reading my thoughts or something?