I hate despise loathe people who talk during movies! It almost annoys me as bad as when people continue to laugh at a joke when the acceptable laugh time is over. You know, when people start to think, "It wasn't that funny."
That is unless the person talking is Hedda Lettuce; and the movie is Mommie Dearest; and you're in a theatre filled with fags who can recite every line in the movie. Then, not only is talking acceptable, but it's absolutely required that you participate and enjoy it.
Hedda, as the late Joan Crawford, commentated during the movie at Clearview (Queerview?) Chelsea last night as a special event for their third year anniversary. Audience members brought hangers, floor cleaner, and loose blond hair; waving and tossing each of the items up in the air during the appropriate scene, reminiscent of a showing of The Rocky Horror Picture Show.
The crowd was amazing. Hedda was hilarious. I had a great time. Thanks J. for inviting me and all her friends for making it unforgettable.
"I'm not mad at you. I'm mad at the dirt."