*pokepoke* Does it hurt yet? *pokepokepoke*
Well, today I survived the reading of the first unabashedly godawful review a show I’ve been in has ever received. Thought I’d give a shit … and thankfully, didn’t. I’d like to second what my darling Sparky said in his email forward about sCarrie, which was something to the effect of “The reviewer didn’t like our show. I just wanted you to know that the audiences disagree. Please come and make your own decision.”
The cast went out after the show last night and did Karaoke - my third Singing Saturday Night in a row! - at good old Peking Palace, which is quickly becoming my favorite drinking hole, despite being waaaaay in BFE. The Jeweler did a rockin’ version of “Cracklin’ Rosie”, the Taxidermist brought the house down with his “Streets of Memphis”, Herr Direktor did “Baby Got Back” with myself and Marcellas #1 and 2 as backup dancers, and I finally whipped out my long-awaited Eminem, with Herr Direktor in the background as my Dre, bopping his head and singing along. It was, for lack of a better word, phatty. I woke up this morning still giggling.
I have to go to a potluck dinner with my kids and their parents this afternoon, after which I am going to go lie on a cold floor and listen to some chanting. Want to join me? Give me a call. I may not believe in their god, but I sure as hell believe in the power of their voices to give me a kind of momentary peace that I don’t often find in my life. Not a bad way to finish a weekend.
Heh. You know, I think it’s okay that not everybody likes the kind of theatre I like. If dark and bizarre became mainstream, I’m not sure I wouldn’t do that lame-o hipster thing of not liking it anymore.
Thing is, I don’t mind “dark and bizarre”, but I DO like it to have SOME kind of point — I just don’t think this one really did. Like I said in the review, I think the character sketches in-and-of themselves are interesting, but I don’t think the playwright does a very good job in terms of trying to tie them together.
Exactly…and I completely disagree with that assessment, and have since my first time reading the script last fall. (Thus my comment about everyone having their own taste, you see.)
Um, I’m guessing that was MY review…