Tonight I saw The Savages.
Horrible audience.
Seeing a neurotic movie about putting your dad in a nursing
home and preparing to, as if YOU CAN prepare to, watch
him die, should be seen in with particular kind of audience.
I felt loud in the movie because I laughed. I chuckled at, cheered on
disagreed and identified with the characters.
I was on some “hell naw dude” and “she did THAT sh-t blood?”
and it was like crickets.
Watching that movie was like quiet, bad, sex.
Whereas movies in New York are a cross between
church and theater. Call and response and audience
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For instance, the last movie I saw in the theater
was “Vantage Point” at one my top 5’s spots to catch a
film in NYC- the jawn on 17th and Broadway.
At first the movie seemed intriguing like a espionage
laced version of 24.
Then half way through it went dumb over the top.
Two thirds through, people were actively smacking their teeth,
talking sh-t to their homies, not rudely, but loud enough
to express their discontent enough for the rest of us to
nod in agreement.
Filthy stanky a*s fell asleep two thirds through.
I realize now, that going to concert, can be like going
to the movies, in that the audience can impact
the overall experience of how we perceive the event.
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Bad crowd experiences anyone?
Awkwardly quiet movies are like bad, quiet. sex.
My homie Slinky cracked the f-ck up at that analogy.
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i always feel a bit awkward. either there are a bunch of LOUD ass negroes who THINK they funny, or some stuffy ass non-colored folks who are afraid to laugh.
i remember i went with my friend to see the Virgin Suicides @ this indie theater in Santa Monica. and that scene when the boy jumped off the roof, then got back up and dusted himself off was HYSTERICAL. there were some SLIGHT chuckles from the crowd, but nobody seemed to see the real humor of it all. i was still laughing like 10 minutes later & people were looking at me sideways (i guess i became that loud negro LOL).
i was still laughing like 10 minutes later & people were looking at me sideways (i guess i became that loud negro LOL).
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On being that Loud negro.
All bad.
On a nother whole crowd experience…
I was at Yankee stadium for a playoff game, 2001. Though I lived most of my adult life in Brooklyn, I’m originally from MA, and I’m a Red Sox fan, so I was feeling a little like an undercover agent as it was (no gear… not that much of a fan that I want to sponsor the gazillionaires).
They take a break in the game and pipe in George W. Bush’s address where he’s talking bout hunting folks down in their caves, and i’m in a stadium fulla folks cheering… whew.
People cheering for bombs.
Gave me a real historical sense of how the bad shit pops off with everyone’s blessing.
Crowds have always made me nervous… too much license to act the fool. Add when grown-up juice is involved? I’m out. Parades, rallies, church… I don’t want no part. Concerts i’m ok with. But my shit is on guard.
-gumshoe aka gummy bear
People cheering for bombs.
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Man listen. Sound like a mos def hook.
Gave me a real historical sense of how the bad shit pops off with everyone’s blessing.
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Group think on crack.
Crowds have always made me nervous… too much license to act the fool. Add when grown-up juice is involved? I’m out.
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Me too. West Indian Day parade, when I first moved there.
Pride….two years ago…
Halloween. NEVER.