The one in the individual's first post... That simple
Are you saying that the above is a lie?There's no polite way of putting this but you are an idiot
Just askin', like.
The one in the individual's first post... That simple
Are you saying that the above is a lie?There's no polite way of putting this but you are an idiot
You are trivialising the objection.Cunobelin - straight question. Did you go in intending to make a fuss / walk out in the first 5 minutes? Maybe some kind of pre-arranged protest - I don't know on artistic differences with Roylance ir whatever
If not, the you are seriously contending that you walked out because the costumes didn't matche the posters - which were somehow key to your decision to go.
You are correct in that it is was not what some wanted to hear, hence the lies and false scenarios in an attempt to avoid the simple question about the actual issue of dishonest and misleading advertisingYou are trivialising the objection.
It clearly wasn't about costumes but the entire production value.
Sold as traditional and delivered as contemporary.
Again, this seems to have been upheld by the local trading standards office.
Why are you still asking the same question over and over.
What is it that you want to hear?
If you suspect cunobelin is lying, why not just put your money where your mouth is and say that. It would save us all a good deal of data, trawling through page after page of passive aggressive baiting.
@Cunobelin, why do you continue to answer the same questions o ly to provide opportunity for further cross examination
Its like you both actually enjoy it...are you a couple by any chance?...is there something you want to share with the rest of the group?
You are trivialising the objection.
I don't find it an amusement.I am struggling to see how the objection could be made to appear more trivial than it already was. It's the very definition of trivality, which is what makes the poster's insistence on its importance and seriousness, and his own righteousness, so amusing. And that amusement is the only reason this thread continues to run and run... no-one, apart from our very own Mr Pooter himself is taking it seriously.
That's assuming the answer to the question, though, isn't it. Is what is being advertised the costumes and other superficialities - or the play itself?....
Sold as traditional and delivered as contemporary....
I am struggling to see how the objection could be made to appear more trivial than it already was. It's the very definition of trivality, which is what makes the poster's insistence on its importance and seriousness, and his own righteousness, so amusing. And that amusement is the only reason this thread continues to run and run... no-one, apart from our very own Mr Pooter himself is taking it seriously.
Although, that also assumes that the costume and other superficialities' ...are superfluous.That's assuming the answer to the question, though, isn't it. Is what is being advertised the costumes and other superficialities - or the play itself?
Already dismissed by the failure to answer about honesty and integrity in advertising
Simple... do you believe advertising should be honest and show integrity.... in which case the Pootersim case is thoroughly disproven
Or as in most cases avoiding an answer, because they realise the argument is undermined.
I don't find it an amusement.
Interesting choice of words
This. I was finding it hilarious for a bit, mostly from the sidelines, but I am flagging. What was that word? Stultifying. A bit like quite a lot of theatre.Well quite, as jokes go it hasn't developed much
Everytime you reply you just reinforce the Mr Pooter impression, and the fact that you don't realise this is starting to become slightly worrying and sad rather than amusing. But then there is an element of tragedy in all comedy...
You are trivialising the objection.
If you suspect cunobelin is lying, why not just put your money where your mouth is and say that. It would save us all a good deal of data, trawling through page after page of passive aggressive baiting.
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Yes, but you're a (hawk, spit) EXPERT. That must instantly disqualify you from being listened to, surely?This. I was finding it hilarious for a bit, mostly from the sidelines, but I am flagging. What was that word? Stultifying. A bit like quite a lot of theatre.
Shakespeare isn't so much an author or a body of work as a cultural institution, a battleground, a signifier of other things. Claims to authenticity or universality are nonsense - these are textually elusive 400-year-old notations of performance, FFS - but it's sort of interesting which 'traditions' people like to attach themselves to. Nahum Tate's sentimental happy-ending Lear held sway for about 150 years, and white luvvies strutting around in blackface are still consumed, in some circles, without misgiving. I find portentous four-hour Nazi Hamlets in warehouses generally every bit as dull as anything involving doublet and hose, and I don't intend ever to sit through another midsummer outdoor Midsummer Night's Dream at a castle, or probably anywhere else. I thought I'd hate the Globe before I went, because I thought it would be a historical reconstruction project. In fact it has sensibly cherry-picked a couple of promising characteristics of an earlier form to invigorate a moribund one, and has probably added to the jollity of things. I've only seen a couple of things there, but I don't recall any publicity about it being the kind of stuff you are legally obliged to label as a 'serving suggestion' on packets of Bird's Eye waffles, in case some numpty thinks the fried egg is included.
I do remember Sadlers' Wells getting into trouble because a bit of flesh on a flyer made some people feel disgruntled that the dancers didn't get their knickers off, and I daresay I belong to one of only a handful companies who has been sabotaged by the Georgian Orthodox Church for man-on-man love action and banned from Worthing for the rude insistence that Macbeth is violent, but berated because we failed to produce a giant hydraulic penis when expected by the good folk of Wellingborough. I taught a core course on Shakespeare to English undergraduates in Wales for four years, which was interesting and maddening in equal measure. They were quite keen on banging on about 'tragic heroes' and suchlike. I used to ask them stuff like 'What does Caliban look like?' and 'Why does it bother you so much whether Desdemona is f**king Cassio or not?' No one mentioned googly-eyed specs, mind.
Yes, but you're a (hawk, spit) EXPERT. That must instantly disqualify you from being listened to, surely?