So Bill saw Gigli last night, in order to satisfy his morbid curiosity. I love that he reviewed the movie AS it was occurring.
I actually saw that damn thing in a MOVIE THEATRE – with a bunch of other people there just to satisfy their morbid curiosity about the train wreck.
It was hilarious. It felt like an old Shakespeare play at the Globe, and we were the rowdy groundlings. We were shouting at the screen, muttering to one another, guffawing at inappropriate moments – It was an interactive experience.
The girl who took our tickets laughed in our faces. “There’s nobody else up there, you know…”
You know when the ticket-taker laughs at you that you’ve got a real bomb on your hands!
I believe it was one of Andy Borowitz’s fake news columns that had the Boston PD telling Ben Affleck to stay away from the Democratic convention because he kept setting off their bomb-sniffing dogs.
I wonder if William Hung watches Gigli and says to himself …”I’m going to be a movie star!”.
” … rowdy groundlings.”
Sheila –
I always thought that my wife and I coined the word “groundlings” ourselves. Never thought it was an actual word. We use it to refer to the racing fans who collect on the asphalt apron to watch races rather than finding seats (of, course, at Saratoga there are no seats to be had). Huh! Who’d a thunk …
Michael – Yup, it’s an actual word!! But the concept you describe is the same. It’s the people in the “cheap seats”. For the plays of Shakespeare, it was those who had no problem throwing things on stage if they didn’t like the action, they would scream, hoot, holler …
If I had a time machine, one of the places/times I would love to go would be to the old Globe theatre, and sit amongst the groundlings watching, say, Hamlet.
Jeez. What a thrill that would be!!
You’re a better [person] than I am, Gunga Din. No groundling action for me. I’m too much of a snob. I’d wangle my way up to the boxes, just like I have at the track. Especially for Hamlet.
Oh, but the groundlings were Shakespeare’s REAL audience – it was who he really wrote for!
You can sit up in the box with your pristine lady friend, and I’ll romp in the dirt with the peasants! I’ll wave at you. :)
But watch your back. You know how groundlings can get … rowdy.
I’ll carry a knife in my garter.