Friday, November 10, 2006

no more tickets

It was a fat little envelope, filled with tickets--now it is empty. tears welling up in eyes--No more RSC!!...all gone! upper lip trembling unhWAAAAAAA!!
Caesar was okay. It was warm and sleepy in the theatre and I have to point out that my belief that JC should NOT be the first Shakespeare kids encounter was confirmed. LONG speeches and last night they were performed rather monotonously--droning and zzzzzz
*head snap*
What?? No. I am good--quick glance at stage to confirm..yep Marc Antony is still talking-- and talking and talking--they did this weird thing with the assassination --the audience couldn't see it--they did this weird thing with the battles--they ran off stage--just talking and talking

There were rumors that this performance was to be especially bloody--well the blood packets didn't burst properly. Nope no Gallagher esque splatterings for us! In fact three little packs lay in the middle of the EMPTY stage- like sassy little leeches-glistening and ready to burst--but sadly whole. The other fun thing about the EMPTY set was when they pluck the "gaudy feathers" from the statue of JC--the prop was actually white streamers (feathers... streamers whatever)--like toilet paper--which then lay heaped on the stage for the whole first act, as if a naughty kitten had gotten in the pissoir; and YES--in classic slapstick form the TP was getting caught on the actor's shoes. So here are these conniving and distraught men pacing about Rome with blood stained TP stuck to the soles of their boots--it was menstrual at best... A menstrual show??