There's this print only article in the business section of the NY Times about how promoters tried to bring audiences to the Moscow Cats Theatre at the Tribeca Performing Arts Center. HHC Marketing decided to target "veterinarians not as mere ringworm treaters, but as cultural power brokers," sending over fifty select Manhattan vets free tickets and fliers to start the word of mouth, not to mention sending tickets to pediatricians. This must be why when Gothamist attempted to order tickets, most of the shows were sold out! Luckily, we persisted and will be seeing the third to last performance on October 29, right next to the kids and their parents (we'll be the big kids); we are, of course, concerned that the cats will be tired. Anyway, in rethinking the paradigm of getting the words out about performing cats for next year, might we suggest that HHC Marketing consider getting the word out to bloggers?
Has anyone seen the Moscow Cats Theatre yet? Tell us!




ticketmaster absolutely blows. the goddamned website can't just tell you which shows have tickets and which are sold out. you have to go through this soul-crushing process of choosing a date, and then entering a passcode to prove you're not a robot, and then there's some ridiculous "ticket search engine" that eventually tells you there are no tickets that fit your search criteria. notice how they can't just say there are no tickets, they have to insinuate that it's something about your particular needs that are unrealistic. this really takes the fun out of paying $50 + $8/ticket ticketmaster convenience fee to witness feline slavery.
I was really interested in going to this until I found out the tickets were 50 bucks. That's just way too much. Hell, I can watch cats in my living room -- they don't do as much, but they don't charge me anything.
Yes, Ticketmaster is HORRIBLE! I bought tix for a Friday in Sept. for this show. My entire party showed up an hour before showtime to get our tix and only then found out that the evening's performance was cancelled. Turns out, the producers had told Ticketmaster about the change a month earlier, yet Ticketmaster sold me tickets anyway. When I tried to get a refund, they said they had no record of the event having been cancelled. The poor folks at the theatre were surprised that I didn't get an email or some sort of notice from Ticketmaster that the show was off for that night. AND, not only did I get an email alert about the cancelling of my "upcoming event" almost an entire week AFTER I stood at the theatre doors myself, but Ticketmaster pocketed the $3.50 service charge....uh, for what Ticketmaster? The brilliant service you provide? Bunch of lackies. And in the end, all I wanted was to see the circus. I'll have to do with my feline goofballs at home. Sigh.
TicketCrapster is the biggest BS legalized monopoly since the breakup of Ma Bell. Similar sad-sack story as SK, with cancelled event/non-refundable charges on top of non-refundable charges, etc. INCREDIBLE! Will never use it again, will never, *ever* patronize events which force use of it. GFY, TicketCrapster, and GFY all events/venues which offer no alternatives.
i took a friend on saturday and was delighted/horrified at the melange of cheap stagecraft, bad techno (Cotton Eyed Joe, anyone?), alarming costuming (the pig-nosed silver-lame aliens with bear-paw fuzzy slippers, for example), and of course, the astounding display of feline showmanship. the "lesser" cats did nothing more than ride creakily across the stage in makeshift hot air balloons and flying cars, but the spotlight-whoring star kitties really earned the ticket price with their Broadway-caliber stage presence.
try to get yourself pulled onstage for the interactive tricks. the paws that graced across my back weren't just the dirty feet of any old cat -- these were the paws of an ARTIST. sure, it's $50. but all you need to ask yourself is this: how much would you pay to see a cat dressed in a frilly gown and matching hat perched atop a disco ball?
I'd pay nothing. Cats are regal and dignified creatures that deserve better than to be a feline freak show. They should never be forced into costumes or into doing silly tricks.
Brightliner, let's face it. Cats shit in a box, walk in it, then ever-so-delicately track said shit all over your counter, pillow, and anything else. For an encore, they'll lick their asses for hours. You could call them regal only in our era of Prince Harry, our Halloween hero.
This is a great show. I saw it last week and LOVED it! I'm a cat/ animal lover and all the animals seemed to enjoy themselves and did some truly amazing tricks! I encourage everyone remotely interested to see this show... you probably won't see anything else quite like this again!!