Sadly, not so much. I have worked crowd control, and people are stupid.
In the St. Louis area there have been gun store burglaries where they crash a car through the store front and 6-7 folks jump in to empty the cases. In a town 5 miles East of me one police vehicle arrived 45 seconds after the alarm was reported and he’s facing 6 armed individuals. He was told to pull back, not charge in and get killed.
I was at the storming of the Russian White House during the 1993 putsch in Moscow. A huge crowd gathered at the end of the adjacent bridge to watch the goings on. They hit the ground when snipers finally started shooting over their heads.
If your motorcycle is pointing in the wrong direction, squeeze the front brake, dump the clutch, and spin the rear end around in big plume of tire smoke. I admit it looks cool on screen, but I’ve never seen anybody do it just because they’re facing the wrong way in a parking lot.
Wow. Great anecdote.
There was a pause after the first five or six shots. Then everybody got up and ran toward the opposite end of the bridge just as a tank came rolling on.
It was the same tank CNN shows in its clips of the putsch, putting a round through the center window of the White House. I was standing a hundred yards behind it.
I remember in Men in Black when the the Bug’s saucer flattened Edgar’s truck nearby a Holstein, the cow was still there calmly chewing her cud when Edgar had his encounter. I was thinking, “That cow ought to be in the next county by now.”
There are only TWO types of female Nazis in World War 2 media.
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The young, slim and buxom ones
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The old, fat and unattractive ones (though still buxom)
They’re equally super evil but guess which one the hero will sleep with!
I have never been invited to an art gallery opening nor attended a swanky party at one.
I have - but then, I studied fine arts and I’ve been an artist most of my life now. It’s a niche thing, for sure.
At any of these openings, did you meet the featured artist only to find out the the person that you thought your SO was having an affair with was not the gender that you expected due to an ambiguous name or nickname?
I have never had to jump off of a building or fire escape and into a dumpster or a convenient stack of boxes.
Ha-ha-ha-ha… no.
Although there was an occasion at a gallery opening when my SO annoyed the artist by attempting to figure out how the moving bits of a sculpture worked. But I’ve never seen that in a film or video.
I once jumped off the roof of a garage onto the gravel road of a back alley because someone was shooting at me and my friends. No dumpster or boxes, just scared kids in a bad neighborhood.
We’re going to one tonight. Not swanky thought, we’re not in NYC or London.
When someone has to surreptitiously get some files from some antagonist’s computer (usually in the darkened office in the middle of the night) - after a very short time he’s able to figure out the password and then can navigate through the directory and find the specific, useful file(s).
In reality and in my job, I am usually working on a few different projects at any given time and they’re of a sufficiently long duration and sufficiently complex that I might not touch certain aspects of a project for a few months. Then, when I do and even though I set up my own file structure or am using a project sharepoint site, if I have to return to something after a few months it could take me a several minutes just to find something. I cannot even imagine how a complete stranger could just hack into my system and find exactly what he needs in just a couple of minutes.
I’ve been to a couple in Hollywood/Pasadena. Not very swanky but fun. The food and booze were good at least. Can’t say the same for the art.
I’ve been to quite a few of these in New York. As silenus said, the snacks and booze are usually good. Sometimes the art is really good or at least interesting. The one thing they all have in common is art snobs that can’t stop bloviating about their opinions whenever someone wanders within ten feet of them. Ban those folks and it would improve the atmosphere considerably.
Hmm. This one seems oddly specific, but no. 
I have, although it was quite casual.
My brother is an artist (besides, of course, his day job) and he and his wife had a friend (now deceased) who owned a rural cabin that was often used for religious retreats. Local artists could display their work in the main room, and my brother took some of his paintings there and they had an opening, I guess, that ended up being family only, with a relish tray for snacks. We did have a nice time.
His wife’s nephew, who was about 6 years old at the time, looked at my brother’s paintings and said, “I could make those in about 5 minutes.” Oh, the mouths of babes!
I recently saw a cartoon where some people were at an art gallery, and there’s a ponytailed man with his arms spread wide, pointing at a objet d’art behind a chain. A man off to the side says, “I’ll wait before I tell him that it’s a drop cloth from painting my living room this past weekend.”
Have you ever been to an opening where an anonymous benefactor buys all of the paintings in the show?