How The Little Mermaid Ruined My Weekend
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By:
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bamfer23
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Mood:
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angry
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Date:
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05/19/2008 08:34:32
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None
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I know we are all aware of the state of movie theatres nowadays…you pay for the overpriced ticket to get in, sit in a sticky floored theatre, and listen to the group of teenagers behind you talk through the whole film in between bouts of text messaging on their cell phones.
It’s a totally enjoyable experience, of course.
I can count the number of times I went to the movies in the past two years and didn’t have this happen to me on one hand. It’s really a sad state of affairs. It seems that no amount of “shushing” or “shut the ??? up’s” you throw in their direction can stop the situation. Most of us have either learned to live with it, or stopped going to the movies altogether.
This past weekend, I went to go see ‘The Little Mermaid’ on Broadway (go ahead and laugh, but I do enjoy Broadway shows), and noticed that this same trend is slowly seeping its way into the live theatre business as well.
The entire length of the show, a large group of teenagers and their parents (from Canada, no less!), spoke to each other. They talked in their normal voices, up until the music hit a crescendo, at which point they had to begin screaming to one another to be able to get their message across.
And when anyone would ask them to please keep it down, they would be met with dirty looks and nasty comments.
Oh, I’m sorry, you hockey playing ???s…I paid $50 a ticket to see a hot chick roller skate around the stage to pretend she was a mermaid for three hours, not to listen to you talk about the ???in’ Maple Leafs.
I can live with people talking in movies, most of the time. I can usually change my seat or follow them out to their car when it’s over and slash their tires. No problem, problem solved, right?
But in this type of situation, you have an assigned seat. You have nowhere else to go. Even the theatre ushers are essentially powerless, no matter how many people bitch about it.
Honestly, as a group of theatre-goers, we need to do something about this plight. We need to come together somehow and beat to death those who talk during movies and shows, and then band together when the cops ask questions later on. It seems like the only logical solution.
On another note, the show sucked anyway. I don’t know how Disney let it get out, but that dude who fell through the trap door last week right before the performance had the right idea of getting the ??? out. Maybe it WAS the fault of the people behind me that made it much worse for me…but it still seemed half assed and done for a quick buck.
Also, I don’t know much about the biological make up of mer-people, but if King Triton was black, and he only had one wife, how the ??? did he wind up with white and Asian daughters?
Anyway, thanks for ruining my weekend Canadians.
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