#1
Posted: 1/19/11 at 6:53pm
I hate going to the theater.
I've always said that it's a bit like being at the office. Unless it's mindless spectacle (c'mon Spider-man, get your act together and you'll have a fan for life!), my mind tends to wander and I start counting lights, empty seats, # of AEA contracts, running budgets, etc.
But after recently catching a performance of Angels in America at Signature, I finally realized the other reason I hate it so much.
I think I might hate people.
At this one little performance:
1. Two cellphones rang
2. Somebody's phone was buzzing underfoot, with what I'm assuming were e-mail alerts (he or she was very popular, it buzzed a dozen times or so)
3. A woman behind me and four seats away proceeded to eat her leftovers, unpacking it from a bag and a styrafoam box (mmmm, garlicky)
4. The guy next to me loudly shook M&M's into his mouth (like, head tilted back shaky-shaky)
5. Two different people in the front row had their feet up on the stage
6. During the snow effect, a woman on the front row reached forward, scooped up a tiny handful, studied it, then tossed it into the air, like, ohh, pretty!
7. A woman three seats away began to give her review loudly to the person next to her, during the intermissions ("Well, I think Meryl Streep was much better...")
While I have no doubt there is blending, in my short time hanging here at BroadwayWorld, it seems like there are two camps: the people who work in the theater, and the people who attend and love the theater but don't necessarily make a living working in it.
As a member of the former, I just want to say thank you to all of the folks here who fall into the latter category. Your patience with dealing with your fellow theatergoers must be epic, because I seriously wanted to beat the **** out of these people. I don't know how you do it.
In all seriousness, without an audience, we'd be nowhere, so thanks (and I'll talk with house management about coming up with some rules for a justified braining of fellow patrons).
P.S. Angels was pretty spectacular. I had forgotten how brilliant a play it is. Scenics were awesome. I was prepped for Zoe Kazan to MEGA-SUCK!!!1!!@!!, but she wasn't that bad, and I cried, so mission accomplished.
I've always said that it's a bit like being at the office. Unless it's mindless spectacle (c'mon Spider-man, get your act together and you'll have a fan for life!), my mind tends to wander and I start counting lights, empty seats, # of AEA contracts, running budgets, etc.
But after recently catching a performance of Angels in America at Signature, I finally realized the other reason I hate it so much.
I think I might hate people.
At this one little performance:
1. Two cellphones rang
2. Somebody's phone was buzzing underfoot, with what I'm assuming were e-mail alerts (he or she was very popular, it buzzed a dozen times or so)
3. A woman behind me and four seats away proceeded to eat her leftovers, unpacking it from a bag and a styrafoam box (mmmm, garlicky)
4. The guy next to me loudly shook M&M's into his mouth (like, head tilted back shaky-shaky)
5. Two different people in the front row had their feet up on the stage
6. During the snow effect, a woman on the front row reached forward, scooped up a tiny handful, studied it, then tossed it into the air, like, ohh, pretty!
7. A woman three seats away began to give her review loudly to the person next to her, during the intermissions ("Well, I think Meryl Streep was much better...")
While I have no doubt there is blending, in my short time hanging here at BroadwayWorld, it seems like there are two camps: the people who work in the theater, and the people who attend and love the theater but don't necessarily make a living working in it.
As a member of the former, I just want to say thank you to all of the folks here who fall into the latter category. Your patience with dealing with your fellow theatergoers must be epic, because I seriously wanted to beat the **** out of these people. I don't know how you do it.
In all seriousness, without an audience, we'd be nowhere, so thanks (and I'll talk with house management about coming up with some rules for a justified braining of fellow patrons).
P.S. Angels was pretty spectacular. I had forgotten how brilliant a play it is. Scenics were awesome. I was prepped for Zoe Kazan to MEGA-SUCK!!!1!!@!!, but she wasn't that bad, and I cried, so mission accomplished.