Today’s comic is the continuation of Monday’s comic – my retelling of one of THE WORST theater experiences I’ve ever had, trying to watch the sublime Bill Murray in Lost in Translation.
Granted, my anger has subsided somewhat since the event that took place last week. But it bears retelling.
Ever since last Friday, I was trying to figure out where all the employees went during the movie? Were they all out back smoking cigarettes like some kind of 50’s “no good kids” cliche?
** THE REST OF THIS POST WAS LOST WHEN THEATER HOPPER MOVED TO WORDPRESS IN 2009 **
↓ Transcript
When the boom mics started appearing in the shots, both Cami and I would point them out, thinking we were catching those movie gaffes you're not supposed to see.
Psst. Check it out.
Then they were appearing in more & more shots. The audience began to laugh as the mic would float from one actor to the other during scenes of intense dialogue.
Eventually it dawned on us that there was something seriously wrong with the picture. I decided to go into the lobby to find someone to fix it.
Seriously. That's got to be the 15th boom mix we've seen in a shot.
Except there was no one there! I should for a good ten minutes and no one came out to see what was going one! Everyone had gone home for the night!
HELLOOO!
TO BE CONCLUDED!...
Psst. Check it out.
Then they were appearing in more & more shots. The audience began to laugh as the mic would float from one actor to the other during scenes of intense dialogue.
Eventually it dawned on us that there was something seriously wrong with the picture. I decided to go into the lobby to find someone to fix it.
Seriously. That's got to be the 15th boom mix we've seen in a shot.
Except there was no one there! I should for a good ten minutes and no one came out to see what was going one! Everyone had gone home for the night!
HELLOOO!
TO BE CONCLUDED!...
