Holy crap.
Ushers? Maybe we should call them wranglers... angry, angry sheep wranglers venting their frustrations on the flock.
Theatre itself is lovey in an old movie theatre kind of way... but after being barked at by two angry old lady ushers in sequence for doing something so boorish as to seek our seats (which were occupied by the last poor victims of the mad ushers who'd misplaced them by a row), it's kinda hard to appreciate the settings.
Seriously. The seats are clearly marked. People can find their own way far more effectively than being incompetently hurried harried about by flustered simpletons incapable of much else besides barking at customers out of frustration over their own confusion.