When a cell phone goes off in the middle of a play, the logical person to hiss at is the miscreant who forgot to turn off his or her phone, of course. At the same time, however, we must recognize that to err is human. Even Torontoist has had something of ours beep at an inappropriate time once or twice. (It was a funeral. Yeeks.)
Less understandable are theatre companies that still do not have announcements at the beginning of shows reminding audience members to please turn of their cell phones and unwrap their candies. That’s just asking for it.
Last Friday’s opening night performance of Poochwater, Mike McPhaden’s resilient little comedy about a quirky war vet who forgets who he is, was interrupted by cell phone ringing not once, but twice. And the (well-reviewed!) show is barely over an hour.
The bulk of the blame here should go to Theatre Passe Muraille and rental company The Poochwater Collective for not
having a recorded announcement or a brief message delivered by one of the ushers before the show, especially considering that one of the strengths of Poochwater is that it attracts a lot of non-traditional theatregoers who may not be fully aware of theatre etiquette. An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of Jay-Z ringtones, yo.
Tonight is the 2005 Toronto Fringe lottery party, the event where the plays that will be appear in the theatre festival next summer are selected at random. Torontoist will be at the Tranzac club at 7 p.m. crossing her fingers that her one-woman show – Adventures of a Blog Girl in Search of God – gets picked and wishes best of luck to all local theatricals in the draw.