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Sex And The City June 13, 2008

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Sex and the City proved to be a hit at the cinema. The big screen debut of the most horsey character since John Wayne bestrode celluloid was an outstanding success. Five screens were set aside for showings and the bar concocted a special cocktail for the occasion – a Cosmopolitan. A large shot of vodka with cranberry juice. It’s hard to tell which was the more popular – the cocktail or the film, or even if the success of the cocktail helped audiences appreciate the film even more. The first night saw a weeks supply of vodka disappear in less time than it would take the tipsy to say Manolo Blanik. This necessitated quite a few last ditch “supply runs” to the local Tescos.

The local ladies availed themselves of the cocktails with relish, despite the hefty price tag (Hey! What do you expect? This is a cinema after all). The Carrie Bradshaw, Charlotte York, Miranda Hobbes and Samantha Jones – wannabees dressed the part. Dolled up in Primark’s finest and sporting everything from cowboy hats to ribbons in their hair, they arrived to enjoy themselves – Manhattan style. Being local ladies of course, there were rather more Samanthas than Carries. Alas, there were precious few Mr Bigs but a fair sprinkling of Stanford Blatch’s.

It soon became obvious that more than a few of the ladies were rather unaccustomed to strong cocktails. The staff had a sweepstake as to when the first sorry specimens would appear, looking rather ill and in need of fresh air. Fifteen minutes in usually signalled the first of the many. Before long the corridors and the foyer were full of over-refreshed ladies swigging bottles of expensive water from the bar, (Hey! What do you expect?  This is a cinema after all).

So a very profitable film for the cinema. All the more so since, a few days after the opening, the staff started noticing some familiar faces in the audience. It turns out that many women were coming back to see the movie again because they had either got so drunk first time around they couldn’t remember it in the morning, or they had spent most of the movie hunched over chairs in the foyer, moaning plaintively “Never again”.

Kids in the movies June 11, 2008

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Every Saturday, the cinema has a “Kid’s Club”. A company has sponsored 3 screens to show kids films for a £1 on Saturday mornings. This equates to 500 tickets. It’s incredibly popular and every Saturday morning sees queues of kids & parents around the block.

Recently my wife covered the Saturday morning shift. As usual, the queues were horrendous and as usual, she was short-staffed. She only had two tills at the Box Office operating, so progress was slow. Finally, all 3 screens were sold out and the disappointed customers started to drift away. All except one irate lady who demanded to see the manager. Mrs SWL went out to see her. The woman thought the service was terrible, the staff incompetent and she demanded a £1 ticket for her child. “I’m sorry” said Mrs SWL, “We only have 500 tickets and they’re sold on a first come, first served basis”. She went on to suggest that if the lady wanted to ensure a ticket, she should arrive a little earlier.

“It’s nothing to do with getting here earlier.” she retorted angrily, “If your staff had been more efficient and worked quicker I would have got a ticket”

A curious logic.

 

Away from the weird & bewildering for a moment.

 

 Something I’d never thought about is how kids view going to the cinema for the very first time. Saturday is kids day and it’s not uncommon to see the kids all bouncing around excitedly in the queues only to be fearful and crying when they get to the door of the screen. Think about it – you’re 6 years old and you’re being told to go into a big dark room full of strangers with loud noises and screaming

As a result, Mrs SWL frequently gets enquiries from concerned parents. It’s almost always for little girls. Little boys tend to see it as an adventure. When the cinema knows in advance, they can leave the cleaner’s lights up until the last minute. The other week, a mother brought her frightened wee girl in on a Sunday, so Mrs SWL was able to give her a tour of an empty screen with the lights up. She saw where all the seats were, where the doors were and it was explained that the screen was just like a really, really big tv where she could watch cartoons. The kid was delighted and later that day she came running out of the screen after a performance to give Mrs SWL a big hug. Her beaming face was the perfect antedote to the litany of complaints and tribulations.

Ice, ice, baby June 9, 2008

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The Pick ‘n’ Mix area is one of the few areas in the cinema that is always staffed, no matter how short-staffed they are. All those goodies so readily available you see. One day they’d been having a run on the ice-creams which meant the girl manning the area had to make frequent dashes to stores to get more ice lollies to fill the freezer. During one particularly busy period, a fat guy – a very fat guy, had been trying to get her attention. The hordes of kids queuing with bags of sweets to be weighed and paid for meant he had to wait. Finally he told her that there didn’t seem to be any of the brand of ice lolly he wanted. In fact there were hardly any at all. As the kids had now gone, she told him to hold on while she went to fetch more. Off she went, but she got distracted when the popcorn machine over by the hotdog stand caught fire. There was much running around waving towels and spraying each other with fire extinguishers so it took her a little longer to get the ice lollies than she had planned. When she finally got back to the Pick ‘n’ Mix, all she could see of the fat guy were his legs and humungous ass as he had leant deep into the freezer to grab one of the few remaining ice lollies. “Here we are” she said, expecting him to be grateful to her for getting the lolly he wanted. But the guy didn’t answer. In fact, he didn’t move. “Oh no”, she thought, “He’s stuck”. She went over to help him, but he seemed to be asleep. She tried to wake him. She tried to wake him a bit more loudly. Then she prodded him. Then she pushed him. Then she screamed.
According to the ambulancemen, he’d probably had a heart attack as he’d tried to reach into the furthest corners of the freezer. Leaning over as he was, his centre of gravity had pulled him into the freezer. He died with the Mivvi in full sight of his drooling chops but just tantalisingly out of reach.

 

 

Where’s my teeth? June 9, 2008

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She got a call today inquiring about a lost pair of false teeth.
Customer: “They’re very valuable and they might be in a blue box. But they might not be. But my husband needs them back urgently.”

Mrs SWL: “What performance were they left at Madam?”

Customer: “Oh, I can’t remember the film. I’d forgotten my glasses. It was about 6 weeks ago.”

Mrs SWL: “6 weeks ago?”

Customer: “yes”

pause

Mrs SWL: “When did your husband notice his teeth were missing?”

 

 

Sex in the cinema stalls June 8, 2008

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The other day, my wife noticed a young boy and girl going into a film (aged about 14). She only noticed because it was a stodgy type film that the kids had been avoiding but she was too busy to pay much attention. When the film came out, she was approached by two middle aged ladies. “Excuse me”, one said. “There was a young couple ‘doing it’ in the cinema behind us. We heard a noise and turned around and we could see his wee white bum, even though it was dark”My wife started to apologise and was about to offer them a refund when they said “Oh don’t worry about it. It was far more interesting than the film” and off they went, laughing out the door.

They were a very considerate young couple though. When my wife sent a girl in to check nothing had been left behind, three condoms were found wrapped up in tissues.

Three times! 

Oh, what it is to be young , three times in less than 80 minutes!

An Unusual Use for a Drinks Carton June 8, 2008

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The latest escapade happened on Tuesday.

Cinema staff were confronted by a strange sight in the disabled toilets. Unable to figure it out, they summoned a supervisor, who was equally perplexed. Finally my wife was called and, in finest Poirot style, deduced the following.

Some poor cinema-goer had been feeling a trifle unwell and had been copiously sick into, onto and around the bowl. In the process of being sick, ominous pressures had built up in the nether regions. Now, if you feel yourself about to “let go” whilst busily retching, what do you do? This enterprising chap or chapess placed a large coke carton beneath their bum to catch the stream of diarrhoea and had succeeded in catching it tolerably well. Of course, he/she left it for the cinema staff as a memento.

There is a rule that only suitably-trained staff can clear up bodily fluids so my wife strapped on the rubber gloves. Gingerly, she picked up the shit-filled carton. Unfortunately, excreta does something to coke cartons. As she turned to drop it into a bag, the carton collapsed between her fingers and the bottom fell out – rather explosively. Mrs SWL was covered from head to toe.

Luckily it was a disabled loo with a sink so she stripped off and washed her clothes, spending an age drying them under the hand drier.

Ah, the glamorous life of those working in the movies

The glamorous world of the movies – not! June 7, 2008

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My wife, Mrs SWL,  took over managing a large multi-screen cinema at the start of the year. She regularly has me giggling with tales of the goings-on there, along with the most accurate film reviews. Never mind what the critics say, just watching the audiences as they leave tells you all you need to know. As a result, I’ve managed to avoid all the over-hyped movies this year and caught some real gems.So I’m going to share some of her insider news and views about the cinema and the latest releases here.

As a catch-up, here are some of the stories that made me smile this year.

One afternoon, a very fussy-looking woman was complaining at the Box Office. Mrs SWL went over to see what the fuss was about. The woman was standing with a younger lady who looked a bit crestfallen and was holding a coat around her middle. It turned out, the fussy-looking woman was the ‘carer’ of the other woman who had had a little ‘accident’ in the auditorium. Basically, she had wet herself. Quite copiously too, as the staff later discovered. A veritable stream had cascaded down the aisles for other customers to splash through. Quite a feat when you consider how absorbent cinema seats can be. That wasn’t what the fussy-looking one was complaining about. She was demanding some clothes from Lost Property for her charge. It took some explaining for my wife to convince her that the clothes in Lost Property belonged to customers and could not be handed out by the cinema. Eventually she conceded the point but, obviously not wanting to leave without achieving some kind of victory, she then pressed for a refund as she had missed the last 15 minutes of the film.

Many people ask for refunds, some for the strangest of reasons. One woman marched up to Box Office after a film and demanded her money back. It seems her small child had cried through the last 30 minutes of the film and she hadn’t heard a word. The filthy looks the hundreds of customers were giving her as they filed out helped decide the level of sympathy she received.

During one particularly lengthy film, a guy left the screen to answer a call of nature, only to find himself caught by an Andrex moment in the cubicle. Business done, he reached for the loo roll. But there was none. He called out, but no-one else was in the toilets and he was stuck. He tried phoning his girlfriend who was still watching the film, but her mobile was turned off. He had to remain in the throne room for nearly an hour until the film ended and she switched her phone on. Obviously not the sensitive type, he still asked for a refund.

Some reasons given for a refund are more mundane. You would be amazed how many people ask for their money back because they didn’t like the film.

People often get their complaints in early. Mrs SWL noticed a man and a teenager creating a fuss at Box Office. It turned out the boy was 14 and the chap wanted to take him in to see a ‘15’ film. Like many parents, he seemed to think it was his responsibility what films the lad could see. Unfortunately the law says differently. At the mention of the law, this chap’s demeanour changed. “Look, I hate to do this, but …” He then pulled out his Warrant Card. Without missing a beat, Mrs SWL noted down his number. Thanking him for the card she told him that he should know better and, unless he left immediately, he would be meeting some of his colleagues very soon. The next morning she phoned his station and spoke to a most interested Inspector.

As you might expect, kids present a special challenge for cinema staff. Absenteeism is at it’s height during school holidays. And who can blame them? This Easter was a veritable puke-fest. Young kids stuff themselves with chocolate Easter eggs then load up on popcorn, nachos, hot dogs and a small lake of fizzy drinks. Mixed together inside a kiddy who is jumping excitedly around at the goings-on on the screen, it’s almost inevitable that the results are so explosive. Added to this is the policy that only properly-trained staff can handle Body Fluid Situations. At her cinema, it falls upon the managers and supervisors to do the deed.

Training and Health & Safety are big issues with such a large organisation. For nearly a month, no bulbs could be changed in the cinema as the only ladder-trained member of staff left. How many cinema employees does it take to change a light bulb? Three: one to climb the ladder, (having had the necessary days training), one to hold the ladder and one to pass up the bulb. When Mrs SWL finally managed to send one chap off to Glasgow to do the training and become a certificated bulb-changer, it was a huge relief. Upon his return, two staff were waiting with a box of bulbs and the ladder. In vain, it transpired. New rules now mean that bulbs can only be changed by three staff, one of whom has received the proper training and who is wearing the appropriate safety boots. Unfortunately, this chap had size 14 feet and the Glasgow office were placing a special order for the right size. So the cinema went another month without the bulbs being changed. Two days after the boots arrived, the chap handed in his notice. He had a better job offer elsewhere. One that doesn’t involve climbing ladders I presume.

Some policies are bizarre, if well-meaning. If a woman is struggling with the heavy auditorium doors whilst laden with fizzy drinks, popcorn & the like, staff are encouraged to help by holding the door open. But if the woman is disabled, staff are forbidden to help her. That would be discriminatory you see.

Am I alone in thinking that staff are forced to discriminate in order not to appear to be being discriminatory?

 

 

 

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