Last night I went to see Wes Anderson's new effort "The Grand Budapest Hotel" at Union Square in NYC. It was fantastic of course.
At the theater were several very old viewers -I'm talking 80 years plus -which is fairly unusual generally speaking, but judging on the film's subject matter and old school visual appeal I could see the trailer attracting some of Gramercy's oldest crowd.
Anyways, at the conclusion of the final frame of the final scene right at the theatre's quietest point, an 80+ old lady stood up and yelled as loud as I've ever heard an old person yell
"BOOOOOOORING,...BOOOOOOOOORING..... " Then turned and walkered herself out of the theatre...
I almost cried watching her pissed off old granny ass limp in slo-mo out of the theatre in pure disgust having no idea what the fuck was the point of what she just suffered through....
Awesome. I giggled walking back the entire 34 blocks to my hotel -I didn't want a cab ride to ruin my little self amused good time.
At the theater were several very old viewers -I'm talking 80 years plus -which is fairly unusual generally speaking, but judging on the film's subject matter and old school visual appeal I could see the trailer attracting some of Gramercy's oldest crowd.
Anyways, at the conclusion of the final frame of the final scene right at the theatre's quietest point, an 80+ old lady stood up and yelled as loud as I've ever heard an old person yell
"BOOOOOOORING,...BOOOOOOOOORING..... " Then turned and walkered herself out of the theatre...
I almost cried watching her pissed off old granny ass limp in slo-mo out of the theatre in pure disgust having no idea what the fuck was the point of what she just suffered through....
Awesome. I giggled walking back the entire 34 blocks to my hotel -I didn't want a cab ride to ruin my little self amused good time.