I saw two plays this weekend! Want me to talk about them? Smartly? Or try? Fine, okay.
First: Blind by Craig Wright at Rattlestick.
It’s a modern re-telling of Oedipus and Jocasta – it begins moments after Oedipus – and all of his subjects – have heard the news from the Oracle that well. You know. We are privileged to watch Oedipus and Jocasta quip their way through ‘ADMIT YOU ARE MY MOTHER!’ and ‘NO I AM NOT!’ Personally, I was stoked to get to watch this play out, in real time, so intimately. And I am a sucker for beautiful articulations of things we already know. Like: Jocasta tells Oedipus that when he first came to her, he was like ‘a poem that history had written,’ and then I died. We obviously already know what’s going to happen between these lovers and Kin. She shall gauge out his eyes, and he shall kill her. (And boy, do they ever.) So what’s new? Well, the political implications of Oedipus’ hubris, and the poverty outside the palace walls, are pretty – well – contemporary. Most importantly – there’s a maid character who gets her say once Oedipus has killed Jocasta, and begs her for help. She is disgusted by the king she once trusted, once adored. Something along the lines of: I thought you were one day going to make me queen. A pretty haunting expression of our faith in government. On a shallow Bekah note, I am now currently considering Black Bedding.
And then also!
When the Rain Stops Falling by Andrew Bovell at Lincoln Center.
which – honestly – I don’t even think I can talk about yet. Just – wow.
A fish falls from the sky. It spans 80 years in a single family, Australia to London, and it’s huge and epic but intimate and honest, and it concerns communication, love, the apocalypse and lies, and hopefully I’ll dream about it tonight and have something smart to say tommorrow.
Okay, now I go write my own, and pretend that they are as good as either of these.
Sometimes I worry that I have, as Evan would say, ‘A Case of the Dumbs’ when it comes to talking about plays. Sure, I’m no critic, and I’m not supposed to be, but people, I have a Master’s Degree! I should be able to articulate observations and questions I have about plays that I hear and see. But I’ve just started the Primary Stages writer’s group and I sadly find myself to be not the sharpest tool in the shed. I think I’m rusty? Nearly 3 years since finishing grad school, I guess that would make sense. But: I think I refuse to accept this. WE WILL NOT GO QUIETLY INTO THE NIGHT! And stuff! I think I’ll start by talking about 2 excellent plays I saw this weekend, with no pressures of profundity. I will just try and be a bit more specific then ‘it was way awesome’ or ‘un-awesome, it was.’
Today’s my Dad’s 54th birthday!! I’m sure he’s probaby throwing a rager, partying til the break of dawn. Why, look at him labor over this menu!
EXTREME MENU STUDYING!!!! Love you Dad, Happy Birthday!!
Finally watched Julie and Julia last night. While Amy Adam’s haircut was too bad and dialogue too kinda dumb for me to FULLY engage in THAT part of the movie, I had the best time bathing in Meryl Streep. Hmm. Bathing in Meryl Streep? That is weird. May I never review movies professionally, for a living. But seriously, she is so good. I was just reminded of what an amazing character actor she is. She really finds the truth in every character and creates this whole person – and never forgets to bring herSELF along for the ride. She is totally, totally adorable in this movie and you kind of just want to hug her while she makes you mayonnaise.
Announce announce! You can now buy a copy of Oohrah! from Sam French HERE! Wow, you guys! What a perfect St. Patrick’s Day or Easter Gift? Hmm?
We’ve got a foot-ish of snow!! Therefore, we are going in late to work, given the dangerous conditions. Now TECHNICALLY, we don’t drive, and our transit is underground, so there’s rarely such a thing as a legitimate snow day. BUT – who wants to trudge through that, sans dogsled or snowmobile? I don’t. I would much rather sit right here.
In related news, yesterday, a man was taking an innocent stroll through central park and was killed by a 100 lb ice=laden tree branch that fell on his head. Another fine reason to not leave the house; more proof of these ‘dangerous conditions.’ In less related news, yesterday, in my mind, I invented the word ‘snowmobike,’ which I thought was hillarious.
Last night, Dylan and I were delighted to spend some quality time with our inner old people with a rousing game of BINGO!!! (In a bar.) The game announcer, who I am 97% sure was Hurley from lost, took his sweet time in between letter/ number calling – partially to stretch the game out; partially to watch Canada beat someone in something. And so, it became really exciting. And then, you guys. You guys. I WON. I WON!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (a shot of tequila.)
I frequently get frustrated at my speech patterns; the dumb things that I know that I say, but that I can’t stop saying. Don’t even get me started on ‘like.’ Last week I suddenly started saying ‘that’s hot,’ like, a lot, and steve almost broke up with me. Today (or, last night, in rehearsal) – I realized how often I say ‘do you know what I mean?’ Mainly when trying to talk about something I’ve written. It usually comes after I’ve rambled about something, and serves to ask, are you following me? Am I completely insane? I have no idea what I just said. What did I say???? I guess it’s a pretty useful speech-habit, kind of like saying ‘What?’ even when you’ve heard someone, to give yourself a few more moments to process and respond. Do you know what I mean?
Please say yes.
Hello! I have many emotions and am oftentimes morbid.
In a single 45 minute commute, one can be bombarded with a slew of unsettling news items in the AM New York Paper. It is nearly too much to digest so early in the morning, but there’s something about the thought of NOT reading it that makes you feel weirdly ill-prepared to face the day. This morning, 2 bits of linked news: A.) Zazi pleading guilty, and confessing to, yes, plotting to blow up NYC trains – his reasoning? To sacrifice his own life to bring attention to the deaths of innocent civillians in Afghanistan. Next piece of news: General apologizing for the accidental deaths of nearly thirty Afghan civilians. Ugh. Something that certainly won’t bode well with the terrorists. I try not to spend too much time worrying about whether my commute will end in blood / tears, but on days like this, I really just can’t help it, and should probably turn this angst into a poorly written play. With dancing bombs.
And fire gobo’s.