During the Los Angeles premiere of Charlie Chaplin's City Lights in 1931, the Little Tramp was astonished when, after three reels of laughter, the projector suddenly stopped, the house lights came up, and a loudspeaker announced: "Before continuing further with this wonderful comedy, we would like to take five minutes of your time and point out the merits of this beautiful new theater." Chaplin's reaction? "Where's that stupid son of a bitch manager!" he exclaimed, leaping from his seat and racing up the aisle. "I'll kill him!"
[The audience was equally irate. People began stomping and booing, and the manager reluctantly stopped talking and played the film.]