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It’s Tuesday. At 7:00 PM. In Chelsea. Under no circumstances should this have been sold out at 6:20PM.
Here’s Why:
Almost all press based in New York were invited to a screening of the film, whether it was an over-the-top premiere complete with step and repeats or a low-budget screening for us blogger folk, everyone that “should” have seen it did. If you didn’t get an invite or didn’t make it, you had the weekend to get all dolled up and go. And for the small sliver of media’s miserable bottom feeders, there’s no way they finish work until at least 7:30PM. Plus their offices are in the armpit (Midtown), which is not Chelsea, which means they’re not making it to the 7:00PM show either.
So through deduction, there’s really no one left. I ask, who the heck bought all of the seats? (And no, I won’t peg myself on the media totem pole.)

It’s Tuesday. At 7:00 PM. In Chelsea. Under no circumstances should this have been sold out at 6:20PM.

Here’s Why:

Almost all press based in New York were invited to a screening of the film, whether it was an over-the-top premiere complete with step and repeats or a low-budget screening for us blogger folk, everyone that “should” have seen it did. If you didn’t get an invite or didn’t make it, you had the weekend to get all dolled up and go. And for the small sliver of media’s miserable bottom feeders, there’s no way they finish work until at least 7:30PM. Plus their offices are in the armpit (Midtown), which is not Chelsea, which means they’re not making it to the 7:00PM show either.

So through deduction, there’s really no one left. I ask, who the heck bought all of the seats? (And no, I won’t peg myself on the media totem pole.)