I don't remember what actor commented on being overcome by the smell of someone's chicken dinner being passed around in the front row during a performance, but I was stunned by the fact that someone would have the audacity to do that. I went to an Off Broadway show right before covid, and the woman next to me had a big paper bag filled with fried chicken and greasy food, and I thought I was going to throw up. I had been working all week and was too tired to even deal with it, and if I hadn't been with a friend who needed the aisle seat he was in, I probably would have tried to get another seat. The fact that the ushers did nothing appalled me. It was a 3-hour play, and the smell never disappeared from the theater.
I used to go to the theater at least once a week, and I'm so appalled by audience behavior in so many ways that I have not gone in a year and a half, and when I am tempted, and see things like this, it reminds me as to why I stopped. I've become pretty much a recluse since then because public behavior is out of control and I don't feel the need to police it when the people who should don't. I used to leave the theater feeling exhilarated by having escaped from the world, and that fantasy ended quickly as the reality snapped me back. I was looking at the tkts listing today and thought I might go when my retirement kicks in, but reading this, I doubt I'll ever go again. Maybe I just aged out of being able to fully enjoy the experience, or maybe a good portion of the world has just fallen into an ill-mannered, self-centered cesspool. At any rate, I save a ton of money in not going, not only in theater tickets, but in the therapeutic curing of a psychoanalyst or a bartender.
One Grecian Ern