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Tempest 2/6/13

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Midsummer Night's Dream 8/6/13

(with added first timers Cathy and Gideon. Who did squee dutifully. I do like making converts to the cause. Only downside being that Gideon now keeps calling me 'Puppet' due to the plethora of short jokes. And it was full, and there were other tall people, so quite a bit of shifting in groundlings to see stuff)

Costuming - most everyone in Renaissance, the fairies in browns and greens and leather and furs and body paint, either stripped to the waist or minimalist bodices, lots of stag and horns and
skull headdresses. v. much Wild Hunt-ish.

Oh my Bard. This play. This fucking play. THIS WAS BRILLIANT.

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Part of the Education season pre-actual season starting.  Won a buncha ticketses, so me, Ruthi, Orjan and Carmilla went along.  (turns out it was Orjan's first theatre in 13 years and first Shakespeare in 15) Expecting it to be cold but not as bloody cold as it actually was. looked like a nice day.  not necessarily sunny but no rain forecast, and as much as I love the globe, downpour is somewhat argh-some.  The steward made a jibe about it having snowed on them last saturday.  And laughed.
Music pre-start was brass ... and then we figured out what the tune they were playing was.  Bloody 'Call me Maybe'.  Which then segued into Jessie J's 'Price Tag'.  (which actually works absolutely fine scored for trumpets) Started with a fight (including bmxs in the manner of city riots, incl the main stage prop, a burnt-out car.) Fight almost entirely feet and fists with requisite flailing and attempted martial arts moves because, hello, teenagers.
Costuming : hoodies and modern gear for teens (Tybalt is in full estate gangsta style parka), suits and formal for adults, Paris as young City type, with fortunately no colour coding that you often get.  Unless you've very specifically set it up as gangs or military, this gets really tired.  One suspects Jade Anouka* (Juliet) was very glad that current fashion for girls is hotpants and very thick tights.  Nurse, in full chav mode was probs luckiest - velour tracksuit, padded gilet and uggs.  Utter genius touch was Friar Lawrence and co, who were in full beige and other tans as happy clappy missionary types, complete with horrific glasses and sweater vests.  And the ball - utterly hysterical - first Mercutio and Benvolio bounded onstage in full Only Fools and Horses mode as Batman & Robin, then we got Tybalt as Darth Vader (and flick-out lightsabre which he kept slashing about to make a point when he goes into his snit-fit), a Captain America, a Marge Simpson, a Scooby Doo, etc- all cheap store bought, and bestest, Capulet as Elvis.  Complete with flames up the sides of his flares. Romeo and Juliet were in bits of standard Globe costume to make them stand out with neon accents for stuff like tights, but seeing the wondrous tackyness of everyone else, wondering what the hell they were supposed to be.
Good performances, convincing teenagers (sometimes they're so worthy/succumbing to the text that they just don't convince as teenagers - Juliet's supposed to be *13*, and if you're doing it in modern dress, you better play her as a modern day 13 year old, not how she'd have been expected to behave in the 17th century) and Romeo was a complete twerp.  As is right and necessary.  Best was Friar Lawrence and the Nurse, who were by turns well-meaning and meek with great 'oh shit' and 'give me strength' expressions and completely vulgar for the Nurse.  Who believes in shopping expeditions.  Most of the Nurse's dialogue works so bloody well in this setting.  Actually, as does quite a bit for this play - slang and phrasing's made enough of a turn around in the last decade to not need translation as long as you act it right.  Tybalt doubled up as an extremely down and out drug dealer :cough: apothecary. Definite tinge of the ex-Lahndan wideboy in Capulet.
Standout moments:  IT FUCKING SNOWED.  TWICE.  (we declared that this counted as all the fresh air we required for the entire Easter weekend, *and* it was done in the name of culture, so counted double.  fucking freezing)  Didn't know going in that there wouldn't be an interval.  They cut some of the second half's scenes to reflect this, including the killing of Paris (as seems to be really common these days, any idea why? doesn't add anything? makes Romeo less sympathetic?) and most of the tomb scenes - Friar Lawrence finds out from his 
fellow happy-clappier that the letter didn't get delivered, Juliet gets put in the tomb, Romeo commits suicide, Juliet commits suicide.  No interruptions by Friar. Wasn't bad, just made the suicides a bit rushed. Mercutio nearly skidded off the stage at one point when riding the bmx.  Usual coming through the crowd entrances from the cast, including where Romeo grabbed a blanket off one groundling, then borrowed Orjan's strawberry beanie for a disguise.  He did eventually give it back.  All of Romeo's internal questions were directed at the crowd, and after the first time where he made a gesture for an answer, the crowd were very cheerfully yelling back yes or no.  Yours truly 
got asked a question by Juliet and I did answer 'fuck no.'  May've got attention by our lot being the loudest gigglers at the funny moments. (pattern? what pattern?) The adults in the crowd are never going to forgive Romeo for walking in singing along to One Direction's 'You don't know you're Beautiful' and then getting the crowd to sing the last line.  We know One Direction lyrics.  Shut up.  It was forced.
Post-play, retreat to Founders Arms for desperate warm-up of hot drinks...
*If you ever want someone to play Tara off've True Blood'scousin?  grab Jade.  Even has her wtf expressions.
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Starring James McAvoy as Macbeth & Claire Foy as Lady Macbeth

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Feb. 11th, 2013 01:26 pm
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there are theatre updates I need to post. Kiss Me Kate & Rock of Ages.

but anyway ah the fun of when mates get their dates wrong and you have to grovel to the ticket office...

(I have my Tempest and my Dream tickets for the Globe. Macbeth and Henry VIs will be booked closer to the time. Tempest has Roger Allam and Colin Morgan for those interested.)

six nations - didn't watch last weekend as was busy seeing Lincoln (recommended, brilliant performances, giggled muchly at casting directors clearly phoning up David Strathairn and Tommy Lee Jones and going 'look, we're not going to bother auditioning these roles, just turn up, will you?', though as many reports said, they could've easily cut it ten minutes short - there's a natural cutting shot) and on my soon-to-be-sister-in-law's hen night the day before. which was fun, if a little odd since I didn't know anyone. And got told by a bunch of people 'you're obviously Matt's sister, you've got the same eyes'. (news to me and my parents) Wedding is this weekend. this will be... a bit odd, I suppose.

But anyway: Six nations, second weekend. Scotland vs Italy lots of fun. Wales vs France was seriously DULL. (agreed by my brother the rugby nut) Seriously, it only cheered up whenever Leigh Halfpenny turned up due to the eyecandy factor. Also the camerawork is crap in the Stade du France. why he was focussing on their feet during the scrums was beyond us. England vs Ireland - did not stop pissing it down (like most of UK this weekend) very entertaining, but all the points were from penalty kicks. (we're suspecting the lack of attempts at tries was due to the fact that the pitch was so waterlogged you couldn't run more than 10 yards at a time) There was an awful lot of grappling, though. Eyecandy and mud most pleasing.

:cough: someone on twitter accused the female viewers of just watching because it was trendy. Someone else: 'please check the #thighs tag. you underestimate how shallow we are.'
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I Bronze'd at the RA as it was the last couple of days - some utterly stunning, magical work let down by unbelievably crappy labelling - seriously, who puts tiny 6" labels at waist height when you've got giant wall space behind it all? The moment anyone stood in front of a sculpture, bye-bye goes the label. You could see people getting visibly frustrated at having to hunt for the label that would a) tell them what it was and b) give some rather nice context notes.

MUSEUM PEOPLE: IMAGINE YOUR GALLERY IS FILLED TO THE BRIM WITH PEOPLE. LABEL ACCORDINGLY. (there's these computer imaging programs if your imagination is seriously that crappy) NOT EVERYONE WANTS THE AUDIO.

Some utterly amazing pieces - the giant satyr, the Etruscan shadow/solstice piece that shows *exactly* where Giacometti got his influences, the 3m high John the Baptist and friends, the Chinese wine vat for parties in the shape of a ... I think it was a pig, don't quote me, the Remington piece of five cowboy riders where it looked like they were flying, (with added Remington's notes with him crowing on the technical marvel he'd been able to pull off - six feet on the floor, ten in the air. BEAT THAT.), the northern european sun disc worship pieces, the turn of the century life-size Dutch peasant who was so wonderfully, quietly dignified, an amazing bronze-marble-enamel victorian Jewess, the boar whose nose was shiny because people touch it for luck, the *gorgeous* Benin heads, the Japanese incense and oil burner (3m tall, 2m wide), the Barbara Hepworth that everyone stopped in front of and sighed 'lovely', and that's just off the top of my head. Some where you were going 'bor-ing'. Too many Hercules and centaur bloke who was carrying off his fiancée. A very static Michael and devil.

Very amusing bits - I love how people grade stuff in these exhibitions by 'so, which pieces would you nick, given the chance?' (lots of people contemplating that they could probably get the Etruscan piece down their trousers and one of the Benin heads in their bag without too many problems) Me spreading the 'a lot of classical female sculptures? the models are boys that they then stuck tits on' and the woman next to me turning round and pointing at another piece and going 'case in point, look at those hips' to her friend and all of us smirking and saying as one 'the Medusa in the first room? Definitely the Medusa.'

As ever, beyond postcards and a nice book, the RA fails on souvenir stuff. the very expensive jewellery and silk scarves are lovely, but seriously, go to Trafalgar Square, RA merchandise people, and look at what the National Gallery produces for its exhibitions. You're missing out on so much wonga in your inability to produce notebooks, brollies, magnets, cute badges, mugs, toys, and simple jewellery.

Whilst I was in there, they announced that James McAvoy was going to be playing Macbeth in February at the Trafalgar Studios, and my feed was filled with people going 'got my tickets' when I got out of the gallery. Cue me hustling it to Trafalgar Square for tickets. They hadn't released any more cheap ones past press night, so thanked my lucky stars that I found some theatre tokens in my wallet and got one for Valentine's Day. Now just waiting to see what take they're going to do on it, considering Macbeth is my utter weakness and loving the setting of Michelin-starred chef they did for the BBC Shakespeare Re-told plays they did a few years back. (McAvoy as Macbeth, Keeley Hawes as Lady Macbeth, Richard Armitage as Macduff) Seriously, the concept of the witches being binmen is one of the best choices for them ever.

Southbank market was done, presents were bought, possibly worst Gluhwein *ever* - seriously, hot ribena would've been more alcoholic and less sugary - and I managed to get mustard from the bratwurst up my nose. Don't ask. The leather bracelet bloke saw me coming. dammit. Overall quite nice. No coffee. :narrows eyes: The only problem I really have is the fact that a few years ago they handed it over to the package german market people, which means all the good food stalls went (they used to have pieminster and awesome burger places). Fortunately tastebuds rescued by the chocolate festival being on round the back of the Royal Festival Hall. Work people currently thoughtfully working their way through salt caramel chocolate covered biccies from Artisan du Chocolat.
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Went to see Cockney vs. Zombies last night with Gideon, Taz and Cas. (absolute sod trying to find it as it's in so few cinemas) It's written by the lovely yet demented James Moran (Severance, dr who ep Fires of Pompeii & the Sleeper ep of Torchwood). it's a lovely heartwarming family drama, that involves Honor Blackman with a shotgun & Richard Briers on a zimmer frame trying to outrun a zombie. (seriously. the younger generation tries to rescue their grandparents from the care home when the zombie hordes attack. It's very funny, immensely gory, and likes doing twists on the clichés in a way that makes the audience cheer. And the final credits song is by Chas and Dave.

Found out partway in that Cas had *never seen a zombie film*. Or was aware enough of the genre to know what would be involved. I kept pushing her head out of my shoulder and making her watch the gore. We still don't know how she achieved getting to her 20s and missing the point that zombie films are gore fests. (it was also concluded that zombie films work so much better if they're comedies. See Zombieland, & Shaun of the Dead. Exception being 28 Days Later. And there must be at least one case of someone saying 'Seriously, what is wrong with you?' and you really, really have to have a decent reason for the characters not to know that you shoot them in the head. Like being completely cut off from civilisation for the past 40 years.)

I...um... may have started a Shakespeare's Globe tumblr after finding out there wasn't one? I'm mostly doing a news and nicking the photos (with accreditation) from their twitter feed, but I did poke them to ask if they had one first aside from their pinterest, facebook and twitter. tumblr just appears to be their blind spot. Their twitter @the_globe is great. They post photos and like playing word games. so: http://globefan.tumblr.com :shuffles feet: It's not my fault, I have a bit of a compulsion and a record of doing this kind of thing. Anyway, they're screening last year's Much Ado, All's Well and Dr Faustus. check your cinema for times. Mine's being an utter bastard by screening them at 3pm on a wednesday, which makes bugger all sense since they normally screen theatre stuff in the evening and it nearly always sells out. Clearly people with *jobs* don't like Shakespeare.
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me being incredibly late with updates, aside from the weather: rainy. with occasional sun but lots of wind at all times.

Henry V, Globe, 27th June Read more... )

Richard III, Globe, 14th June Read more... )

Hollow Crown: I FLAIL. I GIBBER SOME MORE. And then they fucking inflicted Tom Hiddleston in leather, and later, oiled, sweaty and in just a towel on us. Dear lord, that's just not *fair* to inflict on the public. Look for me on saturday during Henry V, I will not be sane.

And...um... it looks like I have a job. Production Editor at Taylor & Francis (if you know publishers, they own Routledge) in the journals. 2nd interview was really late due to boss going on holiday, but got called up the next day with an offer. Cue me now being a wee bit nervous until that contract is in my hands.

annnnd now I'm off to see Play without Words. where judging by the posters, Richard Winsor is going to get seduced over a kitchen table by a sixties dollybird in a cricket sweater. My life, the *hardship*. buckets for drool will be laid on.
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Got up at horrendously early hour on saturday (look, 7:30am is not meant to exist on the weekend. Unless you're camping.) to catch train to Liverpool. Dozed most've the way, finally snagged coffee at Lime St. The Caffe Nero bloke was far too caffeinated. And had managed to sell Air guitars on ebay. (with feedback of A*.) Admittedly most impressive. Met up with Ingrid, pootled in direction of Everyman theatre, and got whammied by the sight of the Catholic cathedral. (it sneaks up on you - you don't see it until you're most've the way up the street) Blimey that's one impressive piece of architecture. Looks like a wigwam on the outside with interesting sculpture friezes, but on the inside it's all light and amazing stained glass as the chimney. With added bits of art in the stations around the edge. Worth it just for the stained glass. Gossipped about weddings over a drink, had to leg it to the theatre as it was 1:55pm, settled in for play.

Good Macbeth. Standard mish-mash of military/general war-torn bleakness with added rusty doors. Costuming - Eastern European greatcoats and army surplus with bits of chainmail and touches of medieval for Duncan and Lady Macbeth when she becomes queen. Nice touch at beginning of a table/map lowered from ceiling with markers for troop formations that the witches were pushing about. And the pool/cauldron was a crack in the floor over an exposed pipe with cables that occasionally sparked. This also enabled them to use an old tv to do projections for the ghosts scene in Act 2.

Lady Macbeth (Julia Ford) did a nice line in ... not so much ambitious as seizing the chance when it came and knowing that she has to shove her husband occasionally, and not playing it sexual during her main speech. relationship between her and Macbeth is very fond more'n anything. Exasperated over Macbeth not remembering to implicate the servants in Duncan's murder. A bit harassed but in control, and visibly upset/pissed off when Macbeth has his fit over Banquo's ghost.

David Morrissey as Macbeth was great, as you'd expect. Very David Morrissey. Noble, exasperated, cares of the world on his shoulders. Better when he gained the throne, since his Macbeth was a bit unsure prior to that, and it didn't come off quite as well. Once he gained the throne, boy did control suit him. It was like he jumped a level in believability and acting.

Everyone else very good. Special mention to Gillian Kearney who was totally unrecognisable as one of the witches and a little lost and resigned as Lady Macduff - you really felt her 'but where shall we go?' line as she realises the assassins are about to break into the castle. As ever, their slaughter always makes the audience jump and gasp. There's something about that scene. In this case, it was done very clinically - young Macduff has his neck broken quickly, and she gets drowned in the pool.

Very doddery Duncan, very weak and a bit unsure of himself Malcolm (looked and played it a lot like Brutus in Rome). Porter was interesting - very old, scarecrow-like and in bowler hat and tails that were too short for his limbs. Only real off note was Ross - his tones were too rounded and ringing for this production, where everyone else was Liverpudlian, shades of Northern or lowland Scots.

Oh, and when hanging around in front, David Morrissey came out and he's lovely. Hijacking people's pens, and yes, dear reader, I has photo.

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So, yesterday, met up with Jules, went to South Bank for brunch, options being Giraffe or Canteen (Jules craved bacon, so Canteen it was.) We also started on the cocktails. After that, popped into the Festival of Britain - all the advertising and a few leftovers from this 1951 festival that was focussed on the South Bank but had stuff all over the UK - meandered up to the Eye (or as i refer to it, the ferris wheel), realised we were going the wrong way to check out the Globe. Got to the Globe, purchased tickets for All's Well That Ends Well, retired to the Swan. *more* cocktails. (the barman refers to the drinks menu as a vague guideline) Chortled and snorted loudly and made gestures. Got addressed directly by one of the players. (they also singled out one poor student asking if he would fancy the job character x had to do) Had sangria and prosecco in the interval. (the Globe is *very* civilised) Concluded that although it's an incredibly feminist play, Bertram is an utter wanker (play v clear about this) and we really wish girl #1 hadn't chosen him in the first place. meandered back, collapsed on the Royal Festival Hall balcony with more cocktails because our feet hurt. Fountain'd. (which mostly consisted of me going 'wah! Cold! Wet!') By that time we were getting hungry again, and Jules craved pie. Sadly Pieminster was not sit-down at Oxo Wharf, so Canteen it was again. But no cocktails this time. G'n'T. Also dessert.

And the whole time we talked writing and fandom and muppets and tropes and AUs that might as well be original fic.

What did you do yesterday?
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Wyndham, Donmar Production (Michael Grandage directing) Derek Jacobi as Malvolio, Indira Varma as Olivia, Victoria Hamilton as Cesario/Viola (who looks scarily like Victoria Bitter, for anyone who gets *that* fandom reference. Though she hasn't really changed her look since she was a teenager.). And got a text from Dad saying 'very apt'. Which I didn't get re:date of performance. Yeah. I fail. All about the cross-gartering )
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flat hunting? don't talk to me about flat hunting. Gah. I've booked/emailed a couple more people, but the one I really want isn't having flatmate review til next week.

Need to get tickets for Regents' Park open air before the 16th - either Macbeth (HJ's utter weakness) or Midsummer Night's Dream, which is... it's entirely appropriate for this time of year, okay? Amused by the bit stuck on the new 39 Steps posters - 'Now with Full Air Conditioning as Bonus!' ... Do they know something about this August's weather that we don't?

not to self to do the WIP meme when get home.

Also, pondering the weirdness of the English - well, not language, but spoken. English is the original mash-up language. It's composed of one base language with another laid over the top, meshed and changed vowel sounds a few times down the centuries and has hordes of words stolen from other languages, fitted in seamlessly. So why the hell do we have such problems with long names or names with loads of consonants in? The amount of times you see us (and yes, I'm including me) attempt the first couple of syllables and then give up is untrue. I'm thinking it has to be a mental block when it comes to the long names, since the majority of English names (sur, first or place) don't tend to contain more than three syllables, and it's well known that we're very, very fond of shortening anything more than that into a nickname or shortened version. Not to mention the several names that *look* long in the language that're actually *said* as something quite different. Featherstonehugh (Fanshaw) and Gloucestershire (Glos-ter-shur), I'm looking at you. (anything with on-the-wold tacked on the end doesn't count, since that's a clarifier, not the main name) So the amount of Indian sub-continent names that get short shrift, I'm really sorry.

And then you have the ones with lumps of unfamiliar consonants - nearly all dutch or east european. Which is slightly more understandable when it comes to language; if you're not used to pronouncing/processing from written to spoken that combination of sounds, you nearly always stumble. Even though that really shouldn't be an excuse in English, considering our penchant for nicking any words we fancy from probably every single language on earth. (especially considering the most recent immigration flood of Poles) I do find it vaguely amusing that the English language - the way the vowel and consonant combos go - has less trouble processing Far East Asian, African, Pacific island and South American vowel/consonant combos than it does ones that are on the closest land mass.

Watched Midsummer Night's Dream last night. ...Why do I always forget Christian Bale's playing Demetrius? I remember every single other person (it is a cast of immense pretty and acting skill, with the *only* piece of miscasting/not quite up to the job of handling Shakespeare being Michelle Pfeiffer as Titania - and that's bloody amazing for any Shakespeare, let alone filmed). He's a brilliant Demetrius, and one of his scenes with Calista Flockhart tends to make me fall over with guh every time (let's just say it involves the line 'the rich worth of your virginity' said in a very low tone of voice and leave it at that - [livejournal.com profile] the_oscar_cat, the area for drowning in puddles of drool is over there.). Maybe the Rupert Everett/Stanley Tucci/Kevin Kline/Anna Friel/Dominic West combo just makes my brain explode too much. And as ever, it's very clear that Kevin Kline was utterly robbed by the period of film he was born into. He needs swashbuckling, athletic works that require him to be 27 Pirate Kings swinging on ropes all at once every second. Every non-flamboyant role I've ever seen him in, the director is clearly having to sit on him heavily and not always succeeding.
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Another rather good performance at the Abbey Ruins by the Progress Theatre.

If we spirits have offended )
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Just watched The Merchant of Venice, Al Pacino 2004 version. Oh my god *stabbity*. Seriously, by the end I just want to stab pretty much every character except Shylock. And Antonio gets a bit of his just reward by the end, so not so much stabbity and actually, y'know, is not a self-involved selfish fuckwit like the rest of the cast.

Long-term readers of this lj will already know my feelings towards Jessica, Shylock's daughter who runs off with her dad's money. However, after seeing the play for a second time and concentrating a bit more on the words, (though they probably edited her part down a bit for film so she comes across as more sympathetic), I now want to stab the rest of the cast. Many times. The largest knives being reserved for Portia. The lads are... well, Bassanio's a using fuckwit who gets by on being pretty and living off whoever he's sleeping with's money, that's established in the first scene when he asks Antonio for money. (also known as 'Hi, I've got you wrapped round my little finger to the extent that I feel completely comfortable asking my lover for the money to marry someone who I completely admit I'm only marrying because she's gorgeous and loaded'). His mate's just laddish and full of himself. And *isn't* marrying for money.

Portia though... oh dear lord. First act : 'Hi, I'm clever, funny, and I know I'm gorgeous. Aren't I great?' Second act : Not content with having got Antonio off the hook from the pound of flesh, she proceeds to twist the knife. Again and again and again. Just to show how clever she is and how much she's read the law, and she does this with complete glee because she's pleased with how clever she's being. 'Right, now that we've established that you can't cut Antonio because you can't shed his blood, you can't have the money you're owed either instead. Oh, and half your goods go to Antonio because you're reneging on the deal. And the other half goes to the court. And did we mention your lands? And Antonio, you can add another sting... Ooo, you have to embrace Christianity and leave your community and all that. Sucks to be you.' Pause. 'And while I'm at it, hubby, in payment for saving your boyfriend, I want that ring I made you promise never to take off. Just to see if I can. And then when I get home, I'm going to ask to see the ring and then call you faithless and inconstant for giving up the ring which I blackmailed you into giving up.' :winning smile: 'Aren't I *great*?'


Though, um, I seriously don't get the people who call this play anti-semitic. Er, no. The entire play is about how the rest of the cast and society are anti-semitic and the only person who's in the right is the Jew, and considering the 'pound of flesh' is a joke at first, then after his daughter fucks him over he gets a wee bit focussed on revenge. But note that legally he is still in the right. And still a better person than the rest of the main cast. The point being that anti-semitism is wrong, no matter how pretty and rich you are.

In other news, great acting, gorgeous film, wonderfully set mood and tone-wise. And the way there's no concept of private space at any time. Props to the director and cast for making all the speeches sound like conversation or quite natural rants. Even if Al Pacino's voice has always annoyed me.

[livejournal.com profile] poisoninjest, feel free to wade in at any time...

:deep breath: Now I'm going to watch Battlestar Galactica, where everyone at least knows they're fucked up.
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Much ado about nothing : dammit. I love this film. Really I do. The Benedick/Beatrice banter is a joy to behold, and Denzel... oh, Denzel. Not just *mrowr*, but ♥.

But argh, I'd forgotten how much I hate Claudio as a character. STABBY.

That and Keanu's acting. :winces:

Well, and the fact that Branagh can't handle any 'Fool' scenes. I've seen those done well. Michael Keaton and Ben Elton look like gurning idiots.

So I fast-forwarded through the bad stuff and rewinded the Benedick/Beatrice, then swooned over Denzel a bit more. It's the only thing you can do, really.
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Song: "I'm Always True to You (In My Fashion)"
Artist: Cast of the 1999 Revival of "Kiss Me, Kate"
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing: John/Rodney, John/Everyone
Theme: Humor, Semi-AU
Warning: Both slash and het themes
Format & Size: 30MB Divx


Try not to die laughing.

And it really doesn't help that me and Jenn, when I mentioned this, went :
Me : OMG, SGA vid, Mcshep, done to thingy, that kiss me kate song -
Jenn : Always true to you?
Me : Now, of course, we need OT4 team fic done to-
Jenn : Too Darn Hot.
Me : with the leaning and the
Jenn : stick fighting and the
Me : Enzyme and -

...Obviously SGA cries out to be vidded to Cole Porter. And brings the hive mind tendencies.

Have dragged (dragged, I tell you) Meg and Jen to the Globe for antony and Cleopatra. Cue immense amounts of squeeing, Jen saying to Meg 'see, this is why you duck behind the large german tourist', us having the new OTP of Octavian + porcelain god, more drunk Romans, 'mmmm, Pompeii' 'aw, ickle Eros', dancing, me and Jenn going 'dammit, Octavian was looking at *me* when he said that line!' and Jenn with the 'the vanilla colour and the coldness and the manipulative and we want Rome 2 and -' 'soldier! sailor! they so cute! boyfriends!'

...you may have possibly gleaned that me and Jenn have a thing for Octavian.

ETA : Oh dear god. 'Tom Dick or Harry' using Cadman (Rodney, John and Carson as suitors) or Rodney (choose your suitors). 'We Open in Venice' is clearly made for gen SGA everyone and their midgets. 'Where is the life that late I led' is trying to go 'hssst. Michael, dammit.' Weir appears to be going 'I'd be quite happy to do 'I hate men'. Not a problem, honest.'

:headdesk: The Kiss Me Kate ST can be shovelled into most SGA, it appears. Which isn't quite as bad as being able to vid the entirety of Tori Amos' Little Earthquakes using buffy-verse females. Several times over.
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Finally figured out how to do that sodding Jack Harkness/SGA story which has to be done pre-Torchwood debut. There's this little thing called 'Five Things'.

This fortnight has been declared Theatre Fortnight. Or possible Globe + Wicked. If you haven't seen anything at the Globe yet, GOGOGOGOGOGOGO. Utterly fantastic and it's 5 quid. You have no excuse.

Globe itself is brilliant, standing and shifting about means you're more involved, and they're quite happy about throwing things into the crowd or charging through it. Fab stage, and we fully approve of the concept of soup, sandwiches and tubs of sweets available for munchies. Warmer inside than out, and no drafts. So far, seen In Extremis, new play about Abelard and Heloise (12th century lovers, both went into church), which is about wordplay, philosophy, religious nuttiness and sex. V. funny, v. thoughtful, great acting. For [livejournal.com profile] jamjar and [livejournal.com profile] megolas (who I absolutely bullied, *bullied* I tell you, into getting tickets for this next tues), Antony and Cleopatra is .. huh. Interesting. Brilliant performances, Frances Barber as Cleopatra is amazing, especially in the last scene and one scene in the first act where she gets bad news. I guess my 'huh' reaction is to the play itself, since it's a very different beast from, say, Julius Caesar. More soliloquoy-ish, less in the way of great speeches or conversation, though it does have several famous quotes. Also, after watching it, I now seriously want Rome S2 *now*, since manipulative cold fish in the form of Octavian are just too much fun to watch. Also, James Puresex and the girl playing Cleopatra as obsessive .... *thud*. A tad pouty that I didn't go earlier in the season, as might have been able to get tickets for Titus Andronicus, which sold out weeks ago on all groundling due to the sheer amount of blood and audience participation. 700 tickets for groundlings per performance, and they sold out? :wails at injustice of world:

Due to listening to way too much Noel Coward, especially 'Mad about the boy' and 'We all wear a green carnation', I now have urge to see Stuart and Vince in the 30s. Either as both gadabout boys around town, or valets, or valets and master... um. [livejournal.com profile] jamjar, this is all your fault for talking about Bruce and Clark earlier last week. I think Jeeves and Wooster is turning out to be my completely bloody bulletproof kink.

Wicked tonight. :gibbers happily:
burntcopper: (pout)
Amazon just sent me an 'as you have shown interest in books by this author' email for this, which is about Shakespeare on film in the early 21st century. Book of essays, as far as I can tell. I previously bought the 'Shakespeare, Film and Fin de Siecle' essays book when desperately grabbing for anything on Shakespeare and film when writing dissertation for degree. In *2000*. Hello, Amazon, six years down the line mean owt to you? I seriously think I read/bought everything on Shakespeare and film available in book form at the time. (our library wasn't all that great at the searching for articles thing, since it was an art school, not a lit one) Me and dad scoured all of Hay on Wye and Amazon for anything you could get with a tenuous link. Most of my citations were still online essays and articles, though. (if you want to see my essay - which is so cut down due to word limit it skims everything and does nothing in depth - go to my site or Google Scholar and type in Henry V and film. Should've just focussed on one film rather than two.) I even own a copy of Michael MacLiammoir's Put Money in thy Purse on the money pit and clusterfuck that was Orson Welles' Othello. Don't think I did more than open the first few pages, though, as it didn't cover Olivier or Branagh.

Mind you, most of the books of essays? Reinforced my general opinion that books of essays in the artworld on theory or any suchlike are completely up their own arse. Seriously, you could hear the noises of disgust a mile away. And yes, I was stupid enough to describe one of the course books as 'complete bollocks' in front of my art theory tutor when asked for my opinion. (lovely man, great teacher, most of us would've done anything for him when he hesitantly broached the subject. See the Midsummer's Day six photography students tramped across Bodmin Moor in the driving wind and rain to photograph some drama students because he asked.) Being the incisive man he was, he then set me the task of writing a paper explaining myself on one of the essays in the book. So I proceeded to deconstruct one of the essays, tackle all the points and waffly language, and prove that it was complete bollocks. Handed it over and pointed out the two-word answer was still better.

I'll say this for them, their memory whatsit is *thorough*.
burntcopper: (writing)
Hmm. Not one of their best - they're fucking brilliant at the great dramas and comedies (Much Ado About Nothing, Twelfth Night, Richard III, As You Like It, Macbeth, Julius Caesar, The Merchant of Venice, so this one seemed very slight against it Still, got better as time went on, and the very awkwardness of R + J as a couple worked very well. You didn't ever get the impression that Romeo was a teenager, early twenties at the least, but Juilet - she was played as very awkward and stumbling and you thought '...actually, that's a damn good sheltered 13 year old who's got one of her first major crushes'.

Cast squeebles )

Clothing : Regency Napoleonic.

Insert in the programme best EVER. : The Production Team offer their profuse apologies for the omission from the cast list to Rebecca Pitt who plays Juliet - Daughter of the Capulets.

:facepalm: Balthasar I could understand. Benvolio I could almost understand. But you'd think that at least the fecking *printer* would notice that that one of the title characters isn't listed.


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