I have never liked going to a concert or theatrical experience where the first thing you are told, by a disembodied voice-over, is a series of don’ts.
Don’t take a video. Don’t take pictures. Switch your phone off, or better still, place it in the convenient bucket of water we have provided so you can never use the horrible thing again.
I have seen people try to video a bit of a performance and ushers leaping across seats like mountain goats to stop them, which is much more disturbing than the videoing itself.
I had a strange experience of this in London in August, when we went to see the musical Cabaret at the Playhouse Theatre near the Embankment. They’ve turned the theatre inside out, so the audience enters through the stage door and then exits through the main foyer. As we stood outside in the rain, we were treated to quite a severe talk from an usher, who informed us that we were to TAKE NO PHOTOS AT ALL...
Dear Guy Noble. I took a friend to see this Cabaret at the KitKat Club and was as underwhelmed as you.
From standing outdoors before getting into the crummy venue to the £15 gin & tonic which took yonks to find in the melee and unsigned rabbit warren to the predictable, lacklustre & uninspired show itself I hated every minute. I was more engaged with working out if we could get out of the firetrap which this Playhouse is. Never was a large amount of £££ more badly spent.