November 17, 2012

"A drunk guy vomited over the railing onto about a dozen audience members seated in the orchestra..."

"... right in the middle of one of [Paul] Rudd’s big monologues on Wednesday... There was mass chaos for several minutes, but the cast played right on through, ignoring the disruption."
"Given the severity of the situation, and the number of people affected, it’s pretty amazing that the show was able to go on uninterrupted...."
I guess the show, called "Grace," wasn't much about what happens to other people. Carry on! Don't notice the troubles that fall upon your fellow human being. That tends to be the message of great art, I think. Or do I have it backwards?

30 comments:

Ron said...

The message is that Paul Rudd makes people violently ill!

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Patrick said...

Yuck.

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David said...

This lead me to read about the play, which seems a little puke inducing itself.

wyo sis said...

"The show must go on" is a great old theater tradition.
Of course traditions aren't what they used to be.

Saint Croix said...

Mark Steyn talks about what is happening to Whites in America and Europe and at one point make a bit of a comparison to genocide.

hey, this is not a cafe post, this is a serious vomit discussion, okay?

damn white people

bagoh20 said...

I thought the message of great art was: "Hey, look what I did."

Ann Althouse said...

Jeffrey is a moby, and I would have deleted the off-topic stuff, but valued commenter kentuckyliz responded.

Actually... sorry liz... I'm deleting this stuff. Jeffrey is trying to hurt the reputation of this blog by making people seem racist. I'm not going to let him get a toehold.

Jeffery said...

Saint Croix, my bad. I was posting while hopped up on pancakes.

Saint Croix said...

And might I add--I am back on vomit now--that Lincoln was not shot here. Nobody died. Not even a heart attack. Maybe a lawsuit for letting an obvious drunk person sit up on the balcony.

The show must go on! Would vomit stop Gene Kelly? I say no. In fact, when he was singin' in the rain, he was violently ill at the time. And yet he did it anyway. There might have even been vomit involved. Yet he focused on the beautiful art, as he should.

Or, when Harrison Ford was sick, and he didn't want to fight that stupid guy with a sword, Indy just pulled out his gun and shot him. And it made a better scene! So sometimes you work the vomit into the art. You work with the vomit.

But what you don't do, short of death or at least maiming, is stop the art.

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Saint Croix said...

okay, that would be an example of stopping the art to deal with a moby in the audience.

damn blog administrators

See Althouse veer from playful artist to stern teacher. And back again!

Jeffery said...

What in God's name is a moby? It's your blog, so delete what you like, but it is not my intention to harm the reputation of the site.

Anyone, go look at the Mark Steyn article, Tribal America, in National Review (hardly much of a right wing site anymore). Reach your own conclusions.

This is the modern day "freedom of speech" we enjoy. I would suggest that if Mark Steyn has moral courage, it might be something we could all gain from. Repeating superficial "conservative" talking points, while ignoring what Steyn mentions, is what got us in this mess.

God, writers used to have courage

Saint Croix said...

And might I add further that this thread proves I was right! You don't interupt art to deal with vomit in the audience.

We--or at least I--have gotten off the subject at hand, which is the nexus between art and audience, and when to stop the art and when not to stop the art.

Now I'm thinking about damn Jeff and whether he is a moby. Or I'm thinking about Althouse and whether her love of her art blog has blinded her to the repression inherent in the system? Maybe blog mistress was a little quick with the whip? Now I feel like I'm a white slavee on Ahab's ship, looking for Moby, paddling around in circles by myself. To the right, always to the right.

Way the hell off subject from vomit and art, let me tell you.

Jeffery said...

Oh I found it, a moby is a leftwinger who pretends to be rightwing, in order to discredit the Right.

That isn't consistent with my posts at all. However, I realize such things exist and that coming off like you give two bits about any white person is enough to get the Scarlett Letter these days.

Anyway, just go to National Review and read his article. It's the beginning of a conversation that needs to be had.

And as some on the Right have predicted, it will be the "moderates" and the "respectable conservatives" (think Peggy Noonan) who screech the most at any original thought.

edutcher said...

I hear the band on the titanic kept right on playing, too.

And one doesn't mess with a stacked, redheaded, cancer-surviving sculler.

Palladian said...

The cast of Our American Cousin lacked Paul Rudd's commitment to his craft.

James Pawlak said...

The drunk requires doses of "Anabuse".

I note that this entry produced more "Removed By Author" items than any I have previously seen. Interesting!

Clyde said...

Wow! That is a harsh musical review!

Clyde said...

I supposed that this particular drunk guy fared better than the poor schmo who was ejected from the Buffalo Bills game on Thursday night and was found dead afterward, facedown in a creek. Lesson: Don't be that drunk, obnoxious guy! If you can't handle your booze, stay sober!

Bender said...

Too bad if people paid a lot of money to see the show and not a lot of commotion. Screw the audience, what is of greater importance is that the actors always take priority over everything. Worse yet is the news media who, when some injury or other tragedy happens right in front of them will simply go ahead with their reporting instead of helping the person, and often the report will include a complaint by the reporter that no one is helping.

Michael K said...

I once dated a girl at the U of Idaho whose nickname was "Juliet." She got the name for an incident where she was at a party and thought she had found a quiet place to vomit but it turned out to be a balcony with a bunch of people below it.

Maybe the drunk's name was Julius.

Baron Zemo said...

Jeez I didn't know that Garage enjoyed the theatre.

Wally Kalbacken said...

Reminds me of that year in the early 1970's (1973?) when there were a rash of near riots during nickel beer nights at various MLB ballparks. In Milwaukee, at the old Milwaukee County Stadium, some inebriated fellow relieved his bladder of its contents while standing on the catwalk leading from the mezzanine area to the upper deck seats. Unfortunately for him the folks he rained on were a Milwaukee County Circuit Court Judge and his family. Doh!