Personally I hate all that hype and nonsense that accompanies the cinema industry. Nothing puts me off going to the pictures more than the thought of having to sit through a load of trailers whilst the annoyingly deep-voiced man from the Odeon tells me how each film is going to be better than the last. So when the same approach is taken to Charlton, I have to admit it does leave me a little cold.
That said, I think we should use the big screen to promote the club. But I'd rather have a simple montage of goals followed by a screen showing ticketing information. Perhaps I'm just old and boring though.
Looks like Chris Powell's 7-year-old made it for a school project. Seriously amateur hour stuff. Nothing wrong with the idea, but the execution was rubbish.
I watched it at the match and just seen it again. I think it is great. Of course we could end up with egg on our face when Spurs come knocking on the door in the summer.
Personally I hate all that hype and nonsense that accompanies the cinema industry. Nothing puts me off going to the pictures more than the thought of having to sit through a load of trailers whilst the annoyingly deep-voiced man from the Odeon tells me how each film is going to be better than the last. So when the same approach is taken to Charlton, I have to admit it does leave me a little cold.
That said, I think we should use the big screen to promote the club. But I'd rather have a simple montage of goals followed by a screen showing ticketing information. Perhaps I'm just old and boring though.
Just out of interest, how come trailers bother you so much?
Just out of interest, how come trailers bother you so much?
I hate the complete lack of imagination that they display; that each and every trailer is made to the same format. For an industry that should be wowing us with it's originality, it falls woefully short at the first hurdle. I hate the fact that I'm expected to be excited by car chases, explosions and tough talking. I grew out of this nonsense when I went through puberty. I hate the annoying voice-overs that grate like fingernails scratching on a blackboard. Very low-pitched fingernails scratching on a blackboard. There must be more than one bloke doing it, because every trailer I've heard since I was a kid has had the same ridiculously deep voiced and slow delivery. The original Mr Gravel Voice must have been in his box for donkey's years, but it still all sounds the same. I'd just like to hear someone talk normally. I hate the sense that I have been tricked again by the erroneous start time on my ticket. I should know by now that the film doesn't actually start until eight hours after curtain-up, but I always fall for it. This leads to a sense of frustration at my own inability to manage the situation and despair that once again I am held captive like Alex DeLarge being forcibly made to watch a load of puke-inducing garbage. And all the time the friends of Oscar Deutsch are just hoping that if I'm held captive long enough, I'll finally crack and shell out my whole month's disposable income on a small packet of popcorn. I won't crack though because I'm too tight to fall for that little con. Plenty of people aren't though and so the trailers, the horrible trailers, will be accompanied by the sounds of crunching and scraping and slurping coming from the foie gras people, force-feeding themselves with grossly over-priced cardboard snacks because it is impossible for them to sit in a room for a couple of hours without stuffing their faces. If I'm being honest, there's not much I like about going to the pictures. I don't know wether that comes through much. The trailers are just the start of what I consider to be a very poor overall package.
Just out of interest, how come trailers bother you so much?
I hate the complete lack of imagination that they display; that each and every trailer is made to the same format. For an industry that should be wowing us with it's originality, it falls woefully short at the first hurdle. I hate the fact that I'm expected to be excited by car chases, explosions and tough talking. I grew out of this nonsense when I went through puberty. I hate the annoying voice-overs that grate like fingernails scratching on a blackboard. Very low-pitched fingernails scratching on a blackboard. There must be more than one bloke doing it, because every trailer I've heard since I was a kid has had the same ridiculously deep voiced and slow delivery. The original Mr Gravel Voice must have been in his box for donkey's years, but it still all sounds the same. I'd just like to hear someone talk normally. I hate the sense that I have been tricked again by the erroneous start time on my ticket. I should know by now that the film doesn't actually start until eight hours after curtain-up, but I always fall for it. This leads to a sense of frustration at my own inability to manage the situation and despair that once again I am held captive like Alex DeLarge being forcibly made to watch a load of puke-inducing garbage. And all the time the friends of Oscar Deutsch are just hoping that if I'm held captive long enough, I'll finally crack and shell out my whole month's disposable income on a small packet of popcorn. I won't crack though because I'm too tight to fall for that little con. Plenty of people aren't though and so the trailers, the horrible trailers, will be accompanied by the sounds of crunching and scraping and slurping coming from the foie gras people, force-feeding themselves with grossly over-priced cardboard snacks because it is impossible for them to sit in a room for a couple of hours without stuffing their faces. If I'm being honest, there's not much I like about going to the pictures. I don't know wether that comes through much. The trailers are just the start of what I consider to be a very poor overall package.
Love Film: Hate Cinemas
You wouldn't love the film if you had sat through Ghost Rider Spirit of Vengeance, You would yearn for the quality, style and class of the trailers.
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But it's harmless fun.
That said, I think we should use the big screen to promote the club. But I'd rather have a simple montage of goals followed by a screen showing ticketing information. Perhaps I'm just old and boring though.
Of course we could end up with egg on our face when Spurs come knocking on the door in the summer.
Love Film: Hate Cinemas
I am with Algarve.