The earth moving, I mean.
Tboy just signed up for an acting class. Dear God, what am I thinking?
Yeah, so: Derek Goldman is teaching an Acting Shakespeare course at Georgetown this semester, and I've decided I oughta have to learn to do the stuff I complain about y'all doing.
I mean critique, of course. Erm.
Anyhoo, this should be amusing. I haven't acted since high school. And I don't recall anyone suggesting that my Evil Eye Fleagle was a masterpiece of technique -- though I did get laughs, I must say. The exaggerated green eye shadow and the Vaselined hair may have had something to do with that. If there's a God, and if She is merciful, no photographs of this will exist.
So anyway, this, plus the New British Theatre course -- and by "new" apparently they're thinking anything since Look Back in Anger -- plus Timberlake Wertenbaker's seminar on History and Drama. (Islam In the West, sadly, is gonna have to wait until next semester. I think.)
So here we go. I'll be Acting Shakespeare bright and early tomorrow: 11:40 a.m. This is how you know it's academia, rather than the real world: They're apparently expecting actor-types to do something productive before lunch.
Yeah, right, like critics have room to talk. I show up 15 minutes late for the Around Town taping today--12:30, I'm supposed to be there--and nobody else has arrived. We make allowances for Wee Jane, who's always a tad bit late, but honestly, people! It ain't DC that's flooded!