The first time I saw Act II of Noises Off (the movie) I was literally rolling on the floor, gasping for breath, tears streaming down my face, slapping the floor as I rolled.
That ranks pretty high for me, too. It probably helped that I was watching it at LSC, and had been primed by Act I and the audience. I believe by the time the backstage scene came around, everyone was in so much pain from prior laughing that the theatre was quiet from laughing, and people were instead just throwing themselves back and forth against the arms and backs of their chairs. I know -I- was.
There was also a time the M and I went to a movie at LSC in her car. It was quite windy, and we parked on Vassar street, and she put her Rubbermaid container of mac and cheese on the roof while she locked the door. The wind grabbed it, flipped it onto the hood upside down, and then sent the container and lid skittering down the street. I was already laughing at the lid, which moved like a shot down the pavement and was gone from view because we could even move. But then the container went airborne up Vassar, got to a break between buildings, and -- I kid you not -- made a 90-degree right turn onto campus. I think I was streaming tears at that point. Then we took the same path, and found the container under the bushes.
And finally, the first time I saw "Sunday in the Park with George," when the American couple asks the sailor for directions. "Why don't you... walk into the water... until your lungs fill up and you die?"
I have to agree, but funny as it was, I was laughing just as much because of your reaction as the movie. You are hysteria-inducing when you lose it. :-)
There have certainly been *many* occasions of uncontrolled hysteria, but I think the all time hardest I've laughed was when reading about the earth invasion with scale miscalculations in _Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy_. That's the only time I remember literally falling off my chair.
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Date: 2008-06-23 02:43 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-06-23 04:10 pm (UTC)There was also a time the M and I went to a movie at LSC in her car. It was quite windy, and we parked on Vassar street, and she put her Rubbermaid container of mac and cheese on the roof while she locked the door. The wind grabbed it, flipped it onto the hood upside down, and then sent the container and lid skittering down the street. I was already laughing at the lid, which moved like a shot down the pavement and was gone from view because we could even move. But then the container went airborne up Vassar, got to a break between buildings, and -- I kid you not -- made a 90-degree right turn onto campus. I think I was streaming tears at that point. Then we took the same path, and found the container under the bushes.
And finally, the first time I saw "Sunday in the Park with George," when the American couple asks the sailor for directions. "Why don't you... walk into the water... until your lungs fill up and you die?"
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Date: 2008-06-23 04:18 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-06-24 01:54 am (UTC)Bag bag!!
Bag bag BOX!!!
(It still makes rlcarr and me laugh. Still. You'd think it would wear off after a few years, hm?)
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Date: 2008-06-24 03:07 pm (UTC)