We went to see Michael Moore's movie this weekend, and...the projector conked out in the all the theatres and the lights died in the multiplex about, oh, 70% of the way in.
I'm not quite sure what to make of the fact that everybody stayed calm. Edgewater (home of Geraldo Rivera!) sits directly across the river from upper Manhattan. Ground Zero--physically, psychologically--is not that far away. Still: People dialed their cell phones, reminded each other that there were guys working on the power lines a mile away. Nobody got particularly upset that the theatre staff didn't seem to know what was going on.
We left after a few minutes. The good/bad thing is that we've both been totally inundated with Fahrenheitiana, so we even knew what portion we were missing. Next week, after Shrek II, closure will be ours, we swear.
The theatre, for an 11 am Sunday show, by the way, was packed. My only regret is that I didn't have any voter registration cards to hand out to the captive--well, slow-moving--audience.
posted by Martha @ 1:42 PM
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