A story about a big bag of incompetence.
I just went to see The Hangover with my friend Sasha (she plays the bride and I’m really excited for her because the movie is going to be HUGE!), Michel Gondry, and a few other people - fyi it’s fucking hilarious, go see it! So this is a picture of her first scene in the movie - i snapped a pic of the screen at the Arclight because I thought it was cute, and why not, I didn’t think twice about it. But almost immediately an usher walked up, hovering directly over my shoulder and stared at me for a very long time, maybe 2 minutes.
The movie played and another usher came by, to monitor me, though I didn’t think much of it until about the last ten minutes of the film. As the wedding scene began, the manager of the theater approached my seat, asked me to collect my things, including my camera, and come with him. As we walked out of the theater I explained to him that I had taken a single photograph of my friend’s opening scene in the movie who was sitting right next to me. He responded, “you can explain it to the police.”
Yeah… we walked down the ramp of the cinerama dome and there were FOUR! fucking police officers standing in the lobby waiting for me. FOUR police officers, two theater security guards and the manager because I shot a single no-flash photo during the first thirty seconds of the movie. The police grabbed my camera to began looking through my pictures as Sasha ran down to confirm that there was one picture on my camera of the screen and it was in fact of her. They explained that piracy is a serious problem and blah blah blah but then they did let me go without erasing the picture.
We returned to see the end of the film, the lights came up, and she and i began to explain to everyone what happened, at which point Michel, who was standing next to me just nodded disapprovingly and said, “wow, that’s surreal.” Today, I win.
(via ericmortensen)
