AGAIN

Jan. 17th, 2013 01:00 am
ceebeegee: (Helen of Troy)
Yesterday I received an email from someone named "Kisor Hart":

Hi there,

Just have a general theater question,but wanted to make sure I have the right person?


I had a weird feeling about it and didn't reply, not even to ask "who is this?"

Tonight I googled the name and found this on a message board:

Hi there,

I was wondering if ANYBODY could help me with something. I'm looking for a picture of ANGELINA JOLIE where she's being carried on one of those bed/chair type things. (kinda like
what cleopatra would be carried on) It happened on some talk show a while ago (possibly Conan)


Oh dear God.

The name also came up as a hit on a adult-restricted website dealing with some kind of festishes. EW. Ew, ew, ew. Hitting "mark as spam" right now.
ceebeegee: (Riding)
Downton Abbey last night:

Edith--UNBELIEVABLE. Sir Anthony is now DEAD to me, DEAD--what a horrible, cruel thing to do.

This comment on TWoP made me laugh though:

The only way last night's episode could have redeemed itself for me would be if Edith had a break with reality, and arose from bed the next morning believing she was Lady Strallan after all
.

That? Would've been AWESOME.

Moar Soccer

Jan. 7th, 2013 04:08 pm
ceebeegee: (soccer)
So yesterday I played soccer--one the the pickup games, although the format was different. Instead of a bunch of smaller teams (5-6 people) playing three 30-minute games with breaks on a half-size field, this was full-field soccer (2 teams with 9-10 people per team, a full field and a regular game which is usually 90 minutes or so). The pace of the game is different--longer runs, more time to set up plays and shots and goals and you're "on the spot" less. We had separated into teams and were talking about who would play where, and one of the guys on my team asked me "are you the girl who's never played before" (on the Meetup page for this group, you're supposed to indicate your level of experience). I said WTH? I play all the time. But right from the start that stuck on my craw--why are you asking about the "girl" who's never played before, why put me on the spot like that? So we're playing, and I'm playing a decent passing game and setting up shots nicely and taking LOTS of shots on goal, but NONE of them are going in. After one missed shot, the player who'd spoken to me before says to me "you need to set your foot like--" I put a hand in his face and said "I know how to shoot, thanks. The last time I played with these people I scored four goals in one game. I know how to play the game." Then a little while later, after another missed shot by me, Asshole chuckles "are you SURE you scored four goals last time you played? Ha ha! Just kidding! Ha ha!" DICK. However there was another player, Dmitri, who was *very* good--great striker who was all over the ball--who was praising me--this guy sought me out at halftime saying how "fierce" I was. Well, I do hate to lose...

The great thing was, I finally scored in the second half--twice. I literally knelt down and screamed at the first one, and everyone on the field was congratulating me, including the other team. Plus a couple of assists--sweet! And better yet, I got off a bon mot when Asshole (who, I will admit, had excellent ball skills) developed this annoying tendency to play keep away with the ball, instead of either trying to score (taking a shot) or passing the ball. After awhile Dmitri said something about it and I said loudly "you shouldn't be playing with your balls on the field--you need to save that for the bedroom. We're here to play soccer." Dmitri said "my kind of girl!" A little while later (I'd moved back to midfield to give someone else a chance at playing forward), Dmitri told me to move back to forward, saying "since you are actually trying to score!" I get hungry for goals, what can I say? :)
ceebeegee: (Rome)
I saw Les Miz over Christmas with my Mom. I am not a huge fan of the musical, for a variety of reasons, but I'd seen the trailers and it looked very impressive. I came away thinking--the performances, for the most part, were terrific. The direction was decent (I do wish there'd been some more wide shots--the one of the rectory on the mount was pretty amazing, and those establishing shots in La place de la Bastille were incredible!). Anne Hathaway was astounding--ditto Eddie Redmayne. Helena Bonham-Carter and Sacha Baron Cohen were HILARIOUS as the Thenardiers--every moment they were on the screen together was comedy gold. The young Cosette was absolutely precious. Really the only weak link was Russell Crowe--I don't even mind his voice, but he could've ACTED through the music! Lots of well-known singers are not perfect technically but they are *musical*--they act through the music. Russell, we KNOW you can act--let's see it!

I have a couple of difficulties with the show--for one, it's huge and not very well explicated. Now admittedly I was first introduced to it through the "Selections From..." album which cuts quite a bit but still, I've seen the show twice (I think--maybe just once?) and could not really follow what was going on without resorting to the program. Things I still don't get--the Dickensian concidences. Do the Thenardiers stalk/follow Valjean and Cosette to Paris? Or do they just *happen* to end up in the same neighborhood? Does M. Thenardier specifically target Valjean in the robbery or do he and his cronies just *happen* to end up in front of his house? It makes sense that Javert keeps running into Valjean because he's specifically looking for him--but are the Thenardiers? This isn't made clear. Another question--where does Valjean keep coming up with so much money? I get that the silver the Bishop gives him sets him up for his first fresh start, when he's the mayor. But when he escapes the hospital after the Confrontation, he can't have *that* much cash on him, and presumably Javert would've frozen his accounts. What does Valjean *do* in Paris (i.e., how does he make money)? And why does Fantine choose the Thenardiers, who are three whole days away, to house her kid? (I'll let slide the impression that all the major shit with Fantine--getting fired, selling your teeth and hair, and finally having to resort to prostitution--all seems to happen on one day! The reason I don't mind this so much is because plotwise Fantine is a one-off character--she exists for one purpose, to get Cosette into Valjean's hands so he can love her, grow as a character, and eventually learn mercy. Her big moment I Dreamed a Dream is basically a consolation prize :) Thematically, of course, Fantine is also a manifestation of the immense class inequities that persisted even after the Revolution.)

Another problem with the plotting again relates back to the size of the story--I'm not sure Les Miz earns the big emotional moments it keeps wanting us to experience. For example, On My Own--that is not just a song of unrequited love, it's a goddamn anthem. It starts off softly, builds, builds, there's this swelling musical high point ("I love him but every day I'm learning/All my life, I've only been pretending..."), a sort-of epiphany, a denouement...you get the idea. This is an anthem--but at this point we hardly know Eponine! (I'm going by the movie's plotting, since I saw the show so long ago.) We've seen her as a grownup in only 2-3 scenes, hardly enough time for us to really feel her pain and cheer on her growth in that song. It just doesn't feel earned--it feels like it should come later on, after some growth and change.

But my main problem with Les Miz has always been the lyrics--some of them just make me cringe. To me it is painfully obvious that the lyrics are translated from another language, and whoever translated them is either a poor lyricist or doesn't speak English like a native. Example: Javert's Suicide. Oh my God, this is awkward. "There is nothing on earth that we share"--okay, I'll sort of let this slide, even though it's unclear. What he means is there are no qualities that they share (generosity, diligence, whatever), no commonality of spirit. But then the very next line--the line that has the same melodic phrase and rhymes with it, so it's clearly meant to expand on the first line, anticipates a fight-to-the-finish thing: "It is either Valjean or Javert." What does that have to do with your reflexive refusal to acknowledge that you and he might be alike--that he is in fact human and showed that when he spared you, and recognized that in you when you let him go? It just feels awkward, and not specific enough. The worst is the line: "It was his right....it was my right to die as well." UGH. It wasn't your *right* to die! A right is an entitlement, it's implicitly a good thing. What he's trying to say is more along the lines of: "By the rules of engagement, he had a right to kill me--similarly, by those same rules, I had a duty to die." That isn't exactly euphonious, I realize, but at least it's specific. Start with that meaning and polish it, instead of an imprecise line that just happens to rhyme.

And don't get me started on On My Own--I know it's sacrilege to say, but those lyrics make me shudder. The phrase "on my own" just doesn't work for me--it implies an understanding that you used to be with someone else, or you will be with someone else. It implies a comparison. Eponine isn't talking about how she used to live with her family, but now she's on her own--she isn't saying I used to be with Marius, but now I'm on my own. Instead she starts off the song by essentially saying "I'm alone...but I'm imagining I'm with him." So say that--instead of the phrase "on my own," say "all alone" (which is used in the second line) or "by myself." I sound like a nitpicker, I know, but I just do not like that phrasing. (It's even weirder at the end with her "I love him...but only on my own." As it's used here she means her love is unrequited--but that's really not at ALL what "on my own" means!) And why does 'Ponine sing "still I say there's a way for us"--and then let that drop? Really, girl? From what we've seen so far, he is just not that into you! If you think "there's a way for us"--ELABORATE. Has he given you mixed signals? Did he ever get drunk and fool around with you? Did he confess that you would be his perfect female except that you're like a sister to him? ELABORATE. Or at least say "still I HOPE [or dream] there's a way for us..." In general I feel that a good chunk of the Les Miz lyrics feel like dummy lyrics, shoved in there to make a rhyme or to scan--not because the lyricist sweated and agonized over choosing just the right word to convey the exact meaning.

I must sound like a maniac. This is not to say I hate Lez Miz--I don't at all. (I just don't have that immense love for it that so many others do, but that's fine, it takes all kinds.) I LOVE some of the songs--Stars is probably my favorite, God I'd love to play Javert!!! I'd rather play him than Valjean!

And so it has been and so it is written
On the doorway to paradise
That those who falter
And THOSE who fall
Must paaaaay
The priiiiiiice!


I also love the first Do You Hear the People Sing--it's just an awesomely catchy little marching song and it SOUNDS SO FRENCH. Oh my God, when I first heard it I was like SOMEONE knows their Marseillaise!

Aux armes, citoyens,
Formez vos bataillons,
Marchons, marchons!
Qu'un sang impur
Abreuve nos sillons!


This is pretty much the antecedent of that great, so-French line "The blood of the martyrs will water the meadows of Fraaaaaance!" I've actually become quite interested in the history of France because of this--I've read a couple of novels that take place then and the general idea I got was that a lot of crazy shit was happening in the streets of Paris in the 19th century. I gotta learn more about this--I am very French (on my Mom's side) after all! Although I believe our family is Breton, which is really Celtic.
ceebeegee: (Riding)
Hilarious post about the musical version of Gone With the Wind:

During the "fire of Atlanta" scene they brought in a live horse to pull Scarlet and Rhett across the stage to flee the "fire". There were explosions going on to give a realistic effect. The horse became so frighten that he dump a load right on the stage and it was dead center middle of the stage.

What followed was ballet of Yankee and Confederate soldiers "fighting". Now these poor dancers had to dance around this big load of shit and in fact one dance hit dead center into this merde. However those dancers ever got thru it I will never know. The follow day the horse wore diapers when he cross the stage.


I don't know how they even got through tech with live horses! Horses are notoriously skittish and very reactive. They should've used destriers (medieval war horses), if they even still breed them nowadays.

GO AWAY

Dec. 27th, 2012 01:32 pm
ceebeegee: (Straighties)
Oh my God.  Creepy Loser emailed me again.

So, did you ever get my last message/ I never heard back from you. Sometimes my emails don't go all the way through.

I'm torn between ignoring him/her (and I think it's a guy, a guy with a fetish) or simply listing every link to every weird post they've made online about this creepy obsession, including their YouTube message to me, and just saying "do not contact me again and I'm sending your email to the spam filter."

People who are crazy need to get the hell away from me. I have had my FILL after 2009/10.
ceebeegee: (Straighties)
...Former 3-time Olympian, Motivational Speaker and Generally Incredibly Successful Person Outed as a Vegas Escort.

As in...recently!  She was doing this this past year! "Beginning last December..."

My mind is whirring--this reads like an Onion article.  A three-time U.S. Olympian whose illustrious running career has included a Nike TV commercial, a swimsuit calendar, and ongoing promotional work for Disney has spent the last year doubling as a $600-an-hour call girl, an astounding secret life that she now regretfully calls a “huge mistake.  YA THINK.

Favor Hamilton expressed concern that her story would be “sensationalized” by a reporter. It is hard, though, to imagine how that could occur. [The snark factor is strong with the TSG article.] The actual events of the ex-Olympian's past year already seem like the fever dreams of a Lifetime producer who decided to adapt Luis Bunuel’s “Belle de Jour” for basic cable.

Aside from the complete what-the-flying-FUCK factor....she sounds emotionally ill.  Depression apparently runs in her family (her brother committed suicide) and she herself suffered from post-partum depression.  A lot of what she says sounds not just naive but numb.

WEIRD

Dec. 20th, 2012 03:32 pm
ceebeegee: (Vera Ellen)
Last week I got an email from a stranger, saying:

Subject: Kismet?

Hi there,

I was reading a blog from a while back and I believe you had posted something about wanting to play Lalume?  Kismet is one of my all time  favorite plays and I'm even trying to get my school to do it.

I was just wondering if you ever got to play that part?  If not, what's the closest you've come to playing a "Lalume" type?  I love that  character too, lol

Hope to hear from you.

Tiffany


I don't know this person and was wondering how they got my email address, so I didn't reply.  About five days later I get another email:

Hi again,

Sent a message a while back, but never got a reply.  Wondering if you got it?



So I google her name and her email address, and come across this online on a comic book forum):

Okay, please go easy on me as I'm a "newb" to this site and pretty much to comics in general. But I was hoping I could ask this forum for help.

I'm looking for a scene from a comic book (any comic) of a girl (like a queen or princess or whatever) being carried on one of those beautiful carriage things. (like what Cleopatra would travel on) I remember seeing one a few years ago when I was in middle school and some kid brought one to class, but for the life of me, can't remember which one.

Anyway, if anyone is able to show me a picture from any comic they know of (or heck, even video if one exists) where a girl is carried on one of those. The only one I've tried finding so far was like Poision Ivy from Batman. I can see her being the type that would have her minions carrying her around on one of those, but no luck finding anything.

Hope to hear from anyone of you.

Best Wishes.

Tiffany


I decide she's probably harmless, and if it's a young person, I like mentoring them, so I write back:

Yes, I've always wanted to play Lalume--but where did you read this?  Do we know someone in common?  Sorry, I just don't recognize your name and my personal blog doesn't have that many readers.  But yes, I love Lalume--I likely will never play it since I am not a mezzo.  I could hit the notes (and I certainly could act the role!) but Marsinah is closer to my voice.  Probably the most similar role I've played to Lalume is Hortense in The Boyfriend--also a very fun sexy role.

She replies:

Oh, I was doing a google search of "Lalume" and "Kismet" and it must have pulled your blog up as a result.

So, have you ever played a part where you were like a queen or princess being carried on one of those beautiful carriage things, or doing something snobby like being fanned and fed grapes? lol

I love roles like that. I know Lalume does it in Kismet and Princess Barbara in Apple Tree.


?????  And now this is starting to ring a bell--it takes me a day or two but I think I finally remember--I think she contacted me through YouTube.  So today I go onto YouTube on my iPad and laboriously search through ALL of the emails I've received...and finally come across this from 2 years ago:

Hi there,

Got kinda dumb question for you.  In the version of "Funny Thing Forum" you did, was there a scene where a girl (like a queen or princess or whatever) was carried on or off stage on one of those 'lounge chaise / carriage' things?


I don't know how I replied (can't access my YouTube outbox on my iPad) but she replied to my reply, saying:

Oh, I see,  Ya, I love that play too.  So, do you happen to have any scenes where someone is making their entrance like that?  I love big entrances where a girl is being carried over one of those things.

WHAT. THE. FUCK.

Look, I'll be honest--after The Fungus I have ZERO tolerance for the crazy.  Stop fucking emailing me and stop pestering people about what seems like a fetish!  I don't care.  You're creeping me the fuck out.

And anyone whose writing tics include "lol" will never get respect from me.

Sadness

Dec. 17th, 2012 10:58 am
ceebeegee: (Snow on the river)
I just...I can't.  This is just so goddamn horrible.  Someone posted a collage of the students and teachers on Facebook last night and I couldn't, just couldn't stop crying.  This is so awful and I'm not even involved.  I can't even imagine the hell the families are experiencing.  Kid-sized coffins?  20 of them?  How do you even function?  Their agony is mirrored and magnified every time they turn around--it's on TV, the newspapers and in their homes and streeets and churches.

I was talking to my Mom on the phone last night and I told her--as of now, gun control has officially become my third activist, deal-breaker issue.  The first and second are women's rights (especially abortion) and gay rights.  I vote along those records; I talk those issues up.  And now it's gun control.*  I will be giving money to the Brady campaign and the Colaition to Stop Gun Violence, and I'll be writing every elected official who represents me--including the President--to tell them if they don't start standing up to the NRA, they will lose my vote.  As far as I'm concerned the NRA has blood on its hands.  (I will never, ever forget Charleton Heston ranting about his right to own a gun 10 days after and just a few miles away from the Columbine massacre.  Just unbelievable.)


*And I say this as someone who actually likes shooting guns.  I enjoy it, and I'm good at it (I earned a ton of patches and ranks when I was a camp counselor, including marksman and sharpshooter.  I don't wear them because I hate the NRA, and they're the ones who issued the patches).  But if every firearm, including handguns, were made illegal and removed from the US somehow, that wouldn't affect my lifestyle in the slightest.  When I was attacked, it wasn't a gun that saved me--it was because I did something the attacker didn't expect, I fought back and yelled.  I didn't even have any pepper spray, much less a weapon.  If people should be carrying anything to protect themselves, it should be pepper spray/mace, not a gun.  Anyway I'm saying I absolutely would not care at ALL if the 2nd Amendment were repealed and every gun vanished from the land tomorrow.  Realistically that is not likely to happen so I'll focus on assault rifles and semi-automatics.  There is no other purpose for those except to kill people as efficiently as possible.

Good News!

Dec. 3rd, 2012 11:24 am
ceebeegee: (Celebration)
The Duke and Duchess of Cambridge are expecting!

Having watched their wedding and that of his parents and knowing his family tree as well as I do, I feel ridiculously proprietory about this!

Hopefully it's a girl--now that they've overturned male primogeniture, it'll be nice to have a girl as Heiress Apparent, rather than Heiress Presumptive.
ceebeegee: (Family)
Stuart deep-fried the turkey which should've tasted better but as he admitted, the turkey itself wasn't too good.  As he said "Next year will be a Butterball!"  Stuart's wife had two uncles there, Ken and David--I've met David before, when my niece was born, but never Ken--he and his wife brought crazy amounts of side dishes, including a delicious candied yams.  Not that I really got to enjoy it--I piled my plate high with everything but after a few bites I felt something crack in my mouth.  YUP.  Another fucking crown broke off.  I went to the bathroom and looked at the damage--just as before the crown didn't pop off, the post broke as well.  Very luckily this was a different tooth, it was on the left and further back so it wasn't nearly as noticeable.  Still couldn't eat much though!  Gosh, my dental adventures are exciting--nothing like life on the edge, amirite?  Can someone please explain why these things ALWAYS have to happen at the worst times--in the middle of a show, during my dentist's vacation, on Thanksgiving, in Spain while working on a cruise ship?? O universe, u so crazy, if I didn't laugh I'd have to scream at your perverse sense of humor.

I made it through the rest of the weekend without smiling too widely or laughing too much and went to the dentist on Tuesday.  I have a new dentist, BTW--after years of going to the old one, I started to feel as though I were being...shall we say, pushed a little too much.  Every single time I went, the hygienist pushed me--really pushed me--into getting the Arestin, which is an antibiotic shot for your gums.  She would say "it's up to you," but whenever I demurred, she would really lean on me.  "No, I really think you should get it."  Here's the deal--each shot is $125.  Not covered by insurance, either.  I almost never got out of my visits there without dropping bank like that, even when I didn't have cavities.  The problem two years ago with the crown snapping was another red flag--YOU put that crown in, you obviously used crappy materials, why don't you take responsibility for that?  You know I grind my teeth--you should've used a thicker post.  The thing about dentists is they're like plumbers or mechanics or even funeral directors--you usually consult them in a time of great need, you're often upset, and they're experts in something you know nothing about.  They can easily screw you over.  So I thought about it, and researched them and other dentists on Yelp, and finally settled on another dentist whom I trust and who has very high ratings on Yelp.  He seems great so far and what little I've had done so far is MUCH less expensive than the other dentist.

Until Tuesday--he looked at the crown and tooth and showed me the X-rays.  He can't redrill and put another post in because there's not that much tooth left.  He's going to have to pull the whole thing and then we're looking at two options--a bridge or an implant.  As I emailed to my family, it's really only one option--a bridge, because implants are so unbelievably expensive, even with coverage.  I don't think my stepmother quite grasped the situation--she emailed me:

Yup, implants are expensive, but they are permanent, won't fall out, or scream IMPLANT like some bridge work.

I have an implant and am glad I went that route. A baby tooth that had been with me for 60 odd years, finally fell apart a couple of years back, so I went the implant route. If you decide to go implant, perhaps your dentist would work out a payment plan? Does your dental insur. pay for any of the work? Even if it pays for the extraction......The implant draw back is not having the new & improved "tooth" for several months. At least that was the deal several years ago, maybe that's not true now.


I replied:

Dental insurance pays for very little of the implant work, not least because there is a cap of something like $1500 per calendar year.  Maybe when I really AM independently wealthy I can look at that option again but right now it's just not responsible--the price they quoted me was more than $8000, you can believe it.

My stepmother's response:

OMG!!!!! $8,000.00!!!!!!! That is RIDICULOUS! I think I paid about $3,000.00 and can't remember if any was insur. reimbursable and I thought that was AWFUL. Bridge sounds like a plan, for sure.

The bridge option is "only" about $1200, so not as bad, although still a chunk of change.  This is all more complicated because my dental coverage is changing in January and I don't know if they'll let me treat what is essentially a pre-existing condition.  And making a bridge takes months.  Well, at any rate I can smile again--my dentist recemented the old crown, but I still can't chew on that side. O universe, you so funny!
ceebeegee: (Gold)
New York State residents (and--I think??--everyone in the country now) can get three free credit reports per calendar year, one from each of the three big credit reporting agencies: TransUnion, Equifax and Experian.  Go to AnnualCreditReport.com and choose which agency you'd like--for maximum effectiveness, go every four months.  You have to give them your SSN and some other identifying information, and then they generate a report that shows your credit usage and history for the past seven years.  Mine right now just has credit cards (including closed ones) but it used to show the two loans I've taken out.  (Hmmm, I'm wondering if I should take out a loan of some kind, that helps improve your FICO score because it shows you can manage different types of credit.)  I would also suggest generating the report at a computer where you can print it out, so you can look over the report and note any mistakes.  If you do find mistakes, you need to write the reporting agency and have them fix it.

If you have credit cards (which, face it, most of us do) or a current loan do not EVEREVEREVER pay late.  ALWAYS pay on time, even if it's just the minimum.  The surest way to mess up your credit is to pay late.

(Do NOT go to FreeCreditReport.com, that site is a scam.  In order to get your "free" report they make you sign up and pay for their service and it is supposedly very difficult to stop the service.)
ceebeegee: (Snow on the river)
It'th thnowing!!!

Thanksgiving was lovely--stayed with my youngest brother Stuart who's living on Capitol Hill right now with his wife and two adorbs kids.  I took the bus Wednesday evening to Philly and stayed with my middle brother, Erik and he, his family and I left for DC early Thursday morning.  At some point while the bird was cooking I went for a walk around Stuart's neighborhood with my nephew William--I used to know that section a bit, as my voice teacher's studio was near there.  I LOVE DC's street layout--for all of DC's faults (and they are legion), it is truly a beautiful city in which to stroll.  Wide avenues, lots of right angles, low-slung buildings, plenty of sun.  William and I were walking along East Capital toward the Capitol and we passed a white, official-looking building on the left--I asked him what it is.  He thought it was the Library of Congress but then my eyes gleamed as I saw it was actually the Folger.  My temple, o my soul!  How many shows have I seen there???  I literally grew up seeing plays there, love that place!!  William and I walked around the grounds of the Capitol for a bit--he liked tracking our progress on the Google maps app on my phone--and then we took another way home, that took us in front of the Folger.  All along 2nd Street they had these placards attached to the lamposts, with quotations from various plays, so I started asking William to read them for me and then I would explain them.  We worked through "Parting is such sweet sorrow" (I talked about the term bittersweet) and "Nothing will come of nothing" (I decided to skip the introduction to nihilism until he gets a little older ;)  Then we came across a statue:




He read the text at the base (on the front) and I asked him if he knew what a mortal was--he didn't, so I defined it for him, and then tried to explain the character of Puck, quoting some of Puck's initial monologue for him.

Thou speak'st aright
I am that merrie wanderer of the night
I jest to Oberon and make him smile
When I a fat and bean-fed horse beguile..


I slowed it down so he could get the feel of the language, even if he couldn't grasp every word.  I consider Midsummer the best kind of introduction to Shakespeare for kids (it was mine, after all! And I saw Midsummer when I wasn't too much older than William who is 7).  All in all, I was most proud of my little nephew's prowess--I will hook him on my vocation yet! ;)

WilliamandMe
ceebeegee: (Snow on the river)
New Cliopolitan entry (FINALLY), all about the Long Island Express!  Read, comment, click, forward!

Annie

Nov. 19th, 2012 07:03 pm
ceebeegee: (Vera Ellen)
So I saw the revival of Annie last week with Michael--I thought it was pretty good, although it wasn't quite a home-run.  Annie and the other girls were good, although I had a hard time understanding some of the orphans.  Daddy Warbucks was terrific, as was Rooster. Grace seemed a little grim, frankly!  And Kate Finneran...really didn't do such a good job as Miss Hannigan, sadly--I'm not sure what she was going for but it was kind of a mess.  The show in general was smaller, more scaled-down--one area where that did not quite work was "You're Never Fully Dressed Without a Smile."  The choreography for that number was much more naturalistic than in the original--the girls were playing dress-up with various Miss Hannigan items of clothing (basically an extended joke about being "dressed").  Okay, not a bad idea in theory, and I sympathize with the struggle against such iconic staging--it can be frustrating when you're up against that kind of legacy.  But Smile isn't about naturalism, or character growth/exploration--it just isn't that kind of number.  It's just not.  It's a showstopper--it is designed to showcase the kids and bring a smile to YOUR face as you watch them.  Watch the original number (you can YouTube it, they performed it for the 1977 Tonys)--the audience breaks into applause at LEAST 3 times during the number.  Molly alone gets at least two applause breaks!  They are complete bosses, absolute professionals and the number is just....they're amazing, I literally get chills down my spine watching it because they're SO GOOD, every one of them.  You can't really scale down those kinds of expectations with some kind of naturalistic character piece when we hardly get any time with the orphans as it is, and they don't really stand out to us.  Dude, why fight it?  Don't think too much, just serve up some moppet shtick and and let 'em have their moment ;)

I don't really dislike the movie but I was VERY disappointed that they cut all my favorite songs!  Herbert Hoover, New Deal for Christmas?  Waaaaah!!!!  I love the sarcasm of HH, and New Deal is just so darn cute.  "The snowflakes are frightened of falling/And oh, what a fix! No peppermint sticks!"  SO CUTE.  And my absolute favorite, NYC--what the hell were they thinking, to cut that?  Come on, guys--any director should WANT to stage that number.  It's a crackerjack, with that lilting, bouncy beat and the key changes.  And those lyrics!  My favorite:  "You make 'em all postcards!"  Such a great song!  The other night I was walking uptown to visit Lori and I was playing that on my phone--I started staging it in my head.  So I'm already one up on John Huston ;)  Also--why on EARTH did they cut TOMORROW??  What were they thinking?  You swapped out Tomorrow for such gems as We Got Annie and Dumb Dog? *shaking my head*

I will say about the movie--I think it's disgusting that a bunch of loser fanboys decided to crap on a little kid by "awarding" her a Razzie for that movie.  Does it make you feel better about your pathetic lives that you picked on a 10-year-old girl?
ceebeegee: (Rocky Horror)
So, for the second Friday show, we had some unusual audience members--KIDS.  As in 12, 11, 10 years older and possibly even younger (one of them was genuinely tiny--she looked about 8, for realz).  They were in two groups in different sections of the house--during pre-show I approached one of the groups, consisting of girls about 12 years old, and tactfully asked them "have you ever seen the show before?"  (I certainly wasn't going to ask them if they were virgins!).  None of them had, so I briefed them on the basic shoutouts--Asshole/Slut, etc.  I said you can use these words ONLY during the show, they're not appropriate outside the show (don't want to give girls the message it's okay to call each other names like that).  I can't imagine taking such young kids to see a show like that (especialy the LATE show!), but whatever, I'm not their parents!  At places, Tactless Emailer asked me in front of the cast "there are kids out there, do we change anything?"  I said "Hell, no!  We will not pull our punches for anyone--this is not a kid-friendly show and the and the adults in charge of them must know that.  Nope, doing the show as directed."  During the silhouette scene, the kids were DYING, simultaneously horrified and screaming with laughter.  I doubt their parents heard any complaints :)

After the second show Paul and I, and some other cast members, went over to the apartment of Dylan (he was in Pirates and teched for Christmas Carol), who lives in Hoboken.  Dylan saw the show that night and was raving about it, saying he didn't think it was his kind of show but he loved it and now wanted to audition next year.  Then he was going on about how much fun he'd had during Pirates and how much he loved working with me.  He was a little tipsy but hey, I certainly wasn't complaining!  Then he started on Christmas Carol (which he worked on twice--once as a techie in 2008, and then as a performer in the staged reading version in '09)--and I am not exaggerating when I say he went on for about 45 minutes raving about my version of Christmas Carol, how much fun he'd had, how much he loved the language, the music, the feeling of the whole experience, thanking me for all of it.  I mean, he really went off about it!  I said well I can't take much credit for the language since my whole thing was to restore the original Dickens--I just shaped the structure a little bit, elaborated on some paraphrased scenes, dramatized it with the Readers, and then got out of the way.  But I *can* take credit for the music, which I chose very carefully.  He LOVED the music, most of which he'd never heard before.  He was going on about how haunting and mysterious it sounded--I started singing The Angel Gabriel and he was all "yeah!  What a great piece that was, I loved it!"  I said I chose it because 1) Angels are messengers and Gabriel visits Mary to tell her about her destiny, much as Jacob is about to visit Scrooge to tell HIM what's up, 2) it's a beautiful, haunting piece that sets the mood for Marley's visit, and 3) it's not as well-known and therefore not played out.  I told Dylan that I grew up hearing and singing all those pieces, that it's all English music and thus part of the Anglican tradition.  I also told him that Sting had actually covered The Angel Gabriel--he was astonished and I said well, he is English, after all!

Paul also made me very happy--he told me that both he and Jen weren't sure if they wanted to do Rocky again...until they found out I was directing.  Steven said the same thing--"if Clara's directing, I'm in."  This is especially touching because I didn't cast him as the Narrator--but he didn't care.  He said he knew it would be a great show if I'm directing.  Wow.  Honestly, that makes me feel incredible.  This was a great cast, altogether--so much love, so much fun, inventiveness.  Even Tactless Emailer wasn't bad at all--she just loves Rocky and wants the best show possible.

For our final two performances Saturday night, we had great crowds--and a standing ovation!!!!  Very, very proud of that--those are *rare* with TTC audiences.  I think the only other one I've gotten was for The Vagina Monologues.  And in one of the show I heard an audience member gasp when Janet walked away at the end.  LOVE IT.

After the last show the cast had put together care packages for me and some of the staff members--bottles of champagne and goody bags.  I got some very nice cards--one signed by everyone and a couple of individual cards.  We had a pajama party at Julia's (cast member) apartment in Jersey City--tons of food and drink and a huge living room.  At one point we were all gathered around the kitchen table and they wanted me to make a speech, and then Susan and Charlotte both made speeches about the show and working with me.  Susan got very verklempt :)  At one point Steven pulled me into the bathroom and we had a good ol' fashioned bitch session :)  And then at another point we were all rocking out in the living room to "Call Me Maybe."  Also Charlotte got VERY drunk and started making the moves on a cast member, in front of her BF who was there!  Then a few minutes later she ran into the bathroom and was sick for 20 minutes.  Good times :)  She is a bit of a mess but adorably so (in other words, she's not drama-queeny or annoying, she's just super-talented and makes age-appropriately bad choices.  We all love her and I would cast her again in a heartbeat).

The next day we all gathered in the East Village for a final gettogether--brunch at the Sunburned Cow.  My parents were calling me about Sandy which honestly had not registered much on my radar at that point.  Paul drove a bunch of us (crammed into the back) into the City from JC and we waited endlessly as the other cast members straggled up.  Had a great time of course and I ended up getting home around 4, well ahead of the subway shutting down.

Man.  WHAT fun.  I won't deny I am VERY very glad I have some free time now--after directing two straight shows in Hoboken, I'm exhausted--but this was a really special show.  The cast was great and I got to DO something with Rocky, I got to make it a little bit more than your typical replica-of-the-movie.  And the cast was behind me every step of the way.  I will admit, I was a little nervous about this show at first, wasn't sure how I was going to make it my own, especially since I'd been in it, in the same space, last year.  I feel great about it.
ceebeegee: (Rocky Horror)
Rocky's second weekend (and third performance) was at the Strand Theater in Lakewood NJ where we performed last year.  I had to be there much earlier than the cast so I got a ride with our sound and lighting designers.  Smartly I brought along a pillow and just craaaashed in the back seat--slept all the way to Hoboken and woke up marvelously refreshed, especially once Dave brought me a huge thing of coffee!  We teched and had our dress rehearsal and then enjoyed dinner (sandwiches and soda).  At one point we started talking about sex tips and I ended up reading to my cast from a Jezebel article on terrible sex tips from Cosmo.  We were fucking DYING, the whole cast was completely cracking up.

Last year at the Strand was a rather quiet show for several reasons, the main being that it was the day of that freak snowstorm in late October.  This depressed turnout and small houses tend to be quieter.  NOT THIS TIME.  OH MY GOD.  They came prepared to PAR-TaY.  There was a group, about 2-3 rows, who had pre-gamed, gamed during the show, and continued to game during intermission!  And they were LOUD.  Mad, mad props to Jen and Tim who suffered constant callouts and managed to stay very focused and in their moment.  I'd worked with them, saying you will get tons of shit during those last scenes, don't let it throw you. (And there are some truly hilarious shoutouts during Super Heroes.  My favorite one is during Brad's emo verse:

I've done a lot (of anal sex)
God knows I've tried (anal sex)
To tell the truth (about anal sex)
I've even lied (about having anal sex)
But all I know (about anal sex)
Is deep inside I'm blee-ee-ding (.......from anal sex)

But I told them--don't let it throw you.  Stay in your moment, stay in your beat--you will have earned it, and there will be those in the audience who appreciate it.

Because I didn't want to do your standard let's-just-throw-this-onto-the-stage Rocky.  Super Heroes was always my favorite song--I found it so haunting and melancholy--and I decided between that and the music box quality of the reprise of Science Fiction, Double Feature, that the show underwent a major tonal change in those last two numbers.  And I didn't want to waste that, or the other interesting stuff in the text.  And this was my "vision," if you will, of Rocky:  first, as I discussed before, I noticed a theme of observation and voyeurism.  They're always watching each other on monitors, and the Narrator watches them, and the opening number is about watching movies.  So I decided to expand this and add what I called Voyeur (or Observer) Phantoms, and assigned them specific shoutouts, and the opening number was staged according to this theme--binoculars, 3-D glasses, remotes, etc. and I had various slides on the slide screen of eyes watching at various times.  Now what is the flip side of voyeurism?  Exhibitionism, of which Frank is the quintessence.  I talked to the cast about the observer effect, and how we all act differently when we know we're being watched--which led me to Janet and Touch-a Me.  It took me FOREVER to figure out what I wanted to do with that number--it was the last one I staged, I kept telling the girls just give me a few days, it's percolating.  Finally I figured it out--Jen KNOWS she's being watched, she figures it out when she watches Brad on the monitor.  And that's why she decides to hell with it, I'm going to jump off the pedestal (yes, I literally had her on a pedestal) and embrace this journey--and so Magenta and Columbia are cheering her on, not mocking her.

This led me to the floor show which is where Janet really blossoms--she sings:

I feel released
Bad times deceased
My confidence has increased


What does Brad sing?

It's beyond me
Help me, Mommy
I'll be good, you'll see
Take this dream away


So with that in mind, I couldn't stage Super Heroes any other way than how I did--after Janet's verse, during the long ah-ah section, I had her turn and look wonderingly at the castle as Brad reaches a tentative hand out to her.  He just wants to go back to the way things were.  He wants to forget it ever happened.  But as Thelma says "something's, like, crossed over in me and I can't go back."  Janet can't go back; she's not that Janet anymore.  So I staged it that she walks away from him--this is what made some of the cast gasp.  I didn't think it was that big a deal--as I said, it's all right there in the text, I can't be the only one who's staged it that way--but I heard an audience member gasp as well and Eric (our Riff Raff) said it was "brilliant."  And Tesse made me so happy--she said who ever saw a RHS where Janet actually experiences character growth?  Feminine empowerment through sexuality--which was a huge thing in the '70s, the birth of the feminist movement, and of course RHS is very much a product of the '70s!  I love my sexually empowered, strong-ass Janet!  Jen approved as well--she specifically told me she liked the feminist Janet :)  And she played that moment beautifully, with this look of regret and resolve and love and goodbye all at once.  Jen's such a great actor.

With all that, and tying into the theme of observation and voyeurism, I decided to take a side trip into exploring the fine line between art appreciation and objectification--a dynamic that usually targets women, but in RHS, our eponymous character himself is the objet d'art who is objectified (and yes, I had him up on the pedestal as well).  I underscored this mainly with slides of Greek and Renaissance male sculptures, plus I had Rocky executing classical art poses on the pedestal during Charles Atlas.  (Also at the beginning of The Sword of Damocles, when Frank first touches him, I posed them as God and Adam on the Sistine Chapel ceiling--appropriate since Frank is the creator of life.  I also found out that the real Charles Atlas himself used to pose for sculptors!) At first the Phantoms are in awe of his beauty but rapidly they start pawing him, and taking pictures with their cell phone, and slipping bills into his trunks.    It's a fine, fine line...
ceebeegee: (Red Heather)
Remember this?  I just got a notification that I had a message on my service voicemail box.  I checked it and someone from TRU was saying "we've noticed that you're marked our emails SPAM--"  I immediately hung up.  YES, I DID.  NOW GO AWAY.  I let my membership lapse because I was so irritated by creepy President and have just gotten rid of all their emails.  I've been marking them SPAM for months now--you'd think Yahoo would just put them directly in the spam folder (yes, I set up several filters but somehow they still get through).

Good God, why would anyone want to call up someone who clearly DOESN'T want to be on your mailing list?  And why the hell does Yahoo allow that kind of identification?  GO AWAY.
ceebeegee: (Rocky Horror)
So we had two performances--our first two in front of any kind of an audience--on Saturday at the cemetery and they went VERY very well.  I got there bright and early, ready to help set stuff up and dressed for the chilly October day in loose jeans and a sweatshirt.  I took the cast through a very rough "this is where this entrance will take place and we're not using these props" kind of thing about two hours before we went up.  The idea was full costumes and makeup but few props or set pieces.

The first performance was cold--I had to wear gloves a few times.  Bob had provided most of us with these Michael-Jackson-looking jackets that helped a bit.  We had an honored guest--the sister of a guy named Sal Piro, who was a big participant in the early shadow casts of Rocky, back in the '70s, and who is the current president of the RHPS fan club.  His sister was there at the show because their parents were actually buried at the cemetery, very coincidentally.  Eileen, the woman who is in charge of the cemetery and its restoration, was kind of slopping all over us ("you guise are SO GREAT, thank you SO MUCH, you're all so talented..."--she interrupted me in the middle of an Address to the Troops to say this and I think my expression must have been forbidding because she quickly backed off).  Before the show she introduced the sister to the audience only it was more of an homily--she talked for something like 5 minutes as we shivered backstage, waiting to START THE SHOW.  Like, wrap it up already.  But the show went fine--I was very proud of my ducklings because cold can be incredibly debilitating and after the first show my feet were like blocks of ice.  But they all dealt with it like troupers, no complaining at all. Right after we went down I grabbed my clothes and ran to the house on the grounds where we all huddled and chattered and warmed up.  Eileen had ordered pizza for us--it was kind of gross (why are so many local pizzerias in the northeast so terrible?  It's not that hard to make a good pizza!  If I can do it, you can, just use good cheese and add some olive oil (and don't cut the tomato sauce with sugar)) so I only had half of one piece.  But it was fun hanging out with the cast--Stephen wanted to know how to analyze poetry so I talked with him at length about various poetic techniques.  Then later Christine and I talked about my favorite old school romance novelists--she's read a lot of Jude Deveraux (we both agree--not bad but her writing is so embarrassingly childish and simplistic) but NO Rosemary Rogers!  I was shocked--gurrl, Rogers invented the industry!  I told her she HAD to read Sweet Savage Love.  I also recommended Jennifer Blake, perhaps my favorite.

 The second show went even better--even though the sun had gone down, we had lights and they actually warmed us up quite well.  For both shows, of course, I had to "air" tap since we were performing on top of turf, on top of concrete.  Both audiences loved us and were quite enthusiastic although very quiet (i.e., not that many shoutouts).  Still, lots of fun and both shows were clean and high-energy.  Can't ask for more than that!  We dragged ourself off and I went home and crashed.  And slept until 2:00 the next day!  Sunday was very relaxing--I had a Dolphman soccer game at 6:15 and then the game after us needed female players so I played two games!  At the bar afterward my team was talking about how they're coming to see Rocky next week--yay!

Eileen friended me on Facebook and I kid you not, she has been posting CONSTANTLY about the show, sending direct messages to all the cast members, everyone involved, posting every day about how "compliments are STILL coming in..."  She seems a little...off, somehow, like she might be bipolar or something, she just seems a little manic with her constant expressions of gratitude.  Frankly I would've just preferred some decent pizza!
ceebeegee: (Massachusetts foliage)
Just had to post that I am REALLY looking forward to Thanksgiving.  Right now.  I can almost taste the stuffing!

That is all :)

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