For those of you who would like to live-blog this event, you will be able to between midnight and 11 am when the show is techinally not a public event. By all means, blog away during that time. And also, does anyone want to lend me access to their laptop so I can do the same?
I don’t know if we want people to do this, but this is a good site if you’d like to check out the Snakes on a Plane screen play in adavnce.
Okay, in response to the last post, I don’t think I live in an ideal world. The theater is not going to be filled with true 24-hour maniacs. We understand that. Just the way the world is. We’ll cope.
So there are going to be open seats in the theater unless we open this event to the regular, ticket-purchasing public, and we don’t want empty seats. We’ll be selling tickets to each screening as per usual, only the number of tickets sold will be limited by the number of diehards already occupying the space.
So you won’t be like the priests in training standing beside me atop the temple in Tenochtitlan, watching as I remove the heart of the sacrificial victim that is each screening of Snakes on a Plane. Instead, you will be the masses of Aztecs down below. And there’s nothing wrong with being part of throng of Aztecs. Those dudes were damn tough.
In other words, you will be spectators. And for the price of a regular ticket, purchased for any of the 11 screenings in the 24 hour period, you’ll get to watch both the most anticipated movie of 2006, as well as the human spectacle of those of us who are in it for the long haul. That, my friends, is what I call a bargain.
All right, this is the option for the hardcore, the $1000 dollar option. But wait I hear you saying, how does this work again. I don’t have to pay 1000 clams to do this, do I?
No, you don’t, at least if you follow the rules. And the rules are simple. If you declare publicly, to the world, by signing up on the Alamo site, that you are in for the full 24 hours, then we have some incentives, or disincentives rather, in place to make sure that you’re not just talking smack when you say you’re hardcore. Let’s take, for example, Bob LaBruce, who says he’s a “S.O.A.P maniac, sure, what the hell, I can watch this movie for 24 hours straight. Bring it on, strong fighters. Ladies, c’mon and get to know me!” And then he watches one lone screening and decides he wants to go home and sleep under the nice duvet his mommy got him at Linen ‘N Things. That’s the guy we don’t want. That’s the guy we have no time for. So if that guy shows up, he’s going to have to give 1000 bucks to the folks over at venemousreptiles.org when he bails after one screening.
We don’t anticipate too many Bob LaBruces at this show. Okay, then, after each screening we cut the disincentive level in half. Make it through two screenings? Okay, so you’re Bob’s mom, only $500 for you. Three screenings? Maybe you were that kid who got stuffed in trash dumpsters by only slightly less nerdy marching band kids in high school and you still live with a burning need to prove something to yourself. But deep down, you’re still weak. For you, $250. Etc.
In an ideal world, we’d have a theater full of hardcore folks who don’t have to fork over a dime. It’ll be like Lord of the Flies. C’mon, you know you want to do it.
I know I don’t live in an ideal world, though. Or do I?