CATS (2019) cult following already in the making?
Jan 29, 2020 14:54:23 GMT
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Post by politicidal on Jan 29, 2020 14:54:23 GMT
Okay which one of you has been attending these?
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When NBCUniversal conducted its quarterly financial report last week, the news was not good. The company’s film unit announced a “49 percent decline” in profits, and much of the blame could be placed on a single film: Cats, the big-budget adaptation of the popular Broadway musical based on the poems of T.S. Eliot. Against a reported budget of $95 million (before advertising!), Cats has grossed just $26 million in the United States, and another $38 million worldwide. Cats ran on Broadway for nearly 18 years and 7,500 performances. After six weekends in movie theaters, Cats remained on just 133 screens out of the 3,380 it opened on.
Something interesting is happening on some of those 133 screens, though: Sellouts, sing-alongs, and standing ovations. Cats may have been a flop as an Oscar contender, but it’s already the 2020s first great midnight movie — and perhaps one of the most perfect midnight movies ever created.
Last weekend, the Alamo Drafthouse in Brooklyn held its first “rowdy screenings” of Cats. While the Drafthouse staff are typically sticklers for respectful silence at all movies, at “rowdy” screenings, boisterous vocal responses are welcome and encouraged. One staff member told me the first rowdy Cats screening sold out in less than 20 minutes. So they added another screening was added. Then two more. Four screenings, four sellouts.
For freaking Cats.
Something interesting is happening on some of those 133 screens, though: Sellouts, sing-alongs, and standing ovations. Cats may have been a flop as an Oscar contender, but it’s already the 2020s first great midnight movie — and perhaps one of the most perfect midnight movies ever created.
Last weekend, the Alamo Drafthouse in Brooklyn held its first “rowdy screenings” of Cats. While the Drafthouse staff are typically sticklers for respectful silence at all movies, at “rowdy” screenings, boisterous vocal responses are welcome and encouraged. One staff member told me the first rowdy Cats screening sold out in less than 20 minutes. So they added another screening was added. Then two more. Four screenings, four sellouts.
For freaking Cats.
Prepare Yourself: The Cult of ‘Cats’ Is Here
Matt Singer
January 27, 2020
Universal Pictures
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When NBCUniversal conducted its quarterly financial report last week, the news was not good. The company’s film unit announced a “49 percent decline” in profits, and much of the blame could be placed on a single film: Cats, the big-budget adaptation of the popular Broadway musical based on the poems of T.S. Eliot. Against a reported budget of $95 million (before advertising!), Cats has grossed just $26 million in the United States, and another $38 million worldwide. Cats ran on Broadway for nearly 18 years and 7,500 performances. After six weekends in movie theaters, Cats remained on just 133 screens out of the 3,380 it opened on.
Something interesting is happening on some of those 133 screens, though: Sellouts, sing-alongs, and standing ovations. Cats may have been a flop as an Oscar contender, but it’s already the 2020s first great midnight movie — and perhaps one of the most perfect midnight movies ever created.
Last weekend, the Alamo Drafthouse in Brooklyn held its first “rowdy screenings” of Cats. While the Drafthouse staff are typically sticklers for respectful silence at all movies, at “rowdy” screenings, boisterous vocal responses are welcome and encouraged. One staff member told me the first rowdy Cats screening sold out in less than 20 minutes. So they added another screening was added. Then two more. Four screenings, four sellouts.
For freaking Cats.
I was fortunate enough to host the two Friday night screenings. They were a blast. The crowds cheered Steven McRae’s tap-dancing Skimbleshanks, and hissed Idris Elba’s fiendish Macavity. (He’s broken every human law, guys! Every single one of them!) They screamed in abject terror at the bizarre song featuring Jennyanydots the Gumbie Cats, where Rebel Wilson unzips her digital fur suit to reveal a bedazzled digital vest-and-fur combo underneath, and then dances with tiny mice and cockroaches. They sat in hushed reverence for Jennifer Hudson’s emotional rendition of “Memory.” They sang along to “Mr. Mistoffelees” and giggled with obvious glee when, after 100 minutes of cinematic oddities, Judi Dench’s wise Old Deuteronomy concluded the proceedings by looking directly into the camera and earnestly explained that a dog is not a cat. (Thank you for the clarification, Judi Dench.)
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Matt Singer
January 27, 2020
Universal Pictures
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When NBCUniversal conducted its quarterly financial report last week, the news was not good. The company’s film unit announced a “49 percent decline” in profits, and much of the blame could be placed on a single film: Cats, the big-budget adaptation of the popular Broadway musical based on the poems of T.S. Eliot. Against a reported budget of $95 million (before advertising!), Cats has grossed just $26 million in the United States, and another $38 million worldwide. Cats ran on Broadway for nearly 18 years and 7,500 performances. After six weekends in movie theaters, Cats remained on just 133 screens out of the 3,380 it opened on.
Something interesting is happening on some of those 133 screens, though: Sellouts, sing-alongs, and standing ovations. Cats may have been a flop as an Oscar contender, but it’s already the 2020s first great midnight movie — and perhaps one of the most perfect midnight movies ever created.
Last weekend, the Alamo Drafthouse in Brooklyn held its first “rowdy screenings” of Cats. While the Drafthouse staff are typically sticklers for respectful silence at all movies, at “rowdy” screenings, boisterous vocal responses are welcome and encouraged. One staff member told me the first rowdy Cats screening sold out in less than 20 minutes. So they added another screening was added. Then two more. Four screenings, four sellouts.
For freaking Cats.
I was fortunate enough to host the two Friday night screenings. They were a blast. The crowds cheered Steven McRae’s tap-dancing Skimbleshanks, and hissed Idris Elba’s fiendish Macavity. (He’s broken every human law, guys! Every single one of them!) They screamed in abject terror at the bizarre song featuring Jennyanydots the Gumbie Cats, where Rebel Wilson unzips her digital fur suit to reveal a bedazzled digital vest-and-fur combo underneath, and then dances with tiny mice and cockroaches. They sat in hushed reverence for Jennifer Hudson’s emotional rendition of “Memory.” They sang along to “Mr. Mistoffelees” and giggled with obvious glee when, after 100 minutes of cinematic oddities, Judi Dench’s wise Old Deuteronomy concluded the proceedings by looking directly into the camera and earnestly explained that a dog is not a cat. (Thank you for the clarification, Judi Dench.)
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