I feel like a total effing fool for having paid $180 bills to see a NYFF closing-night screening of Bradley Cooper‘s Is This Thing On? (Searchlight, 12.19). Two $90 tickets, I mean. 180 smackers! Charging this much for a movie seat is exploitive, disreputable, ugly. I wish I had summoned the character to say “uhhm, wait, no…I can’t pay this much” to the Avery Fisher Hall ticket-seller. But I didn’t. I failed.
The bottom line is that I wanted to catch this presumably award-worthy film because I respected and admired Cooper’s filmmaking chops in Maestro. Anyway, it’s done. I feel angry and nearly humiliated, but the tickets are in my possession and that’s that.
