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« Q&A with Frog & Toad | Main | Holiday memories »

Tuesday, 29 November 2005

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EmigrantDCactor

T-Boy - I say merd. Merd! You'll be brilliant I'm sure. I'm probably one of the priviledged few that have had the opportunity to hear you belt out a tune or three back when you used to don your cowboy boots on a regular basis. And if you can crank a tune out in that place, I'm sure you can crank a few lines of Shakespeare out just as eloquently.

theaterboy

Oh, Christ, are there still people living who remember that? Dammit, I paid good money to have you all silenced...

arcticactor

Break a leg, Tboy! I can't make it, but don't worry: a critic enriching his craft by studying acting can't be any more ridiculous than an actor putting on critical airs. Ha ha! ... oh, wait. I forgot most actors are closeted critics anyway. Now you can watch shows and proudly declare, as actors do: "I could have done that part so much better."

luckyspinster

argh. i teach tuesday from 9-12. break a leg!

StephenGregorySmith

and I'm in the wonderful world of tech...
RATS!

heehee

So....how was it? How did our darling critic measure up? I await the reviews with anticipation and glee.

Kathleen A.

A day of chilling blog silence might have made our hero worry! So here's one country heard from:

Tboy did Prospero's tale that would cure deafness and Hamlet's "I have lost all my mirth. Huh! This earth, these humans!" monologue (though nicely starting with the "you were sent for" stuff, which I know as an actor would help me get grooving where having to launch with "What a piece of work" would make me feel like waxwork on display).

Just in terms of casting it was a very interesting Prospero. I think the Hamlet fit was pretty intuitive, but I don't think people default to a compact, neatly trim, self-aware intellectual for Prospero (although who knows? maybe this is what Kate W. was after, amid the extravaganza, with Goodwin). It shone interesting light on the character's obsessive bookishness and hence on the extent to which he was ignorantly complicit in his brother's rise to power; it also made the father/daughter relationship more human and less about how a bearded force of nature tries to shrink enough to nurture an ingénue.

Tboy did a neat job of believing in his environment. All those fun necessaries -- like having detailed given circumstances and taking images -- that are prerequisites for an imaginatively filled environment: he utilized those with apparent ease. He's also got a clear and pleasingly easy speech pattern. He's a good stage listener, he used tone color without melodrama, his characters had distinct energies and he knows how to work a great coat.

My dad plays sax in a jazz band and their leader calls them out when they're accurate, even heartfelt, but not soulful. Tboy deserves the time to take several more classes before this charge gets leveled against him, but what the hell, otherwise this all is just a bland encomium: his legs weren't as free as his mind or his voice and his talent is waiting to riff. David Lee Roth-like, I kept wanting him to jump. So to speak.

There were three other countries at this League of Nations (well, four, but I don't think Dr. H ever posts), so maybe there will be some debate about all this. Maybe the debate will just be about Sammy Hagar! But that's my after-midnight, après-GAS-HEART-rehearsal muddly take.

What a feeble disclaimer. I don't envy Tboy his job!

luckyspinster

i WAS able to attend, after all, due to a timely snow rescheduling.

the lovely and talented ms. akerley and i contemplated sitting in the front row with rustly pads of paper and laser pens, but we settled for the front row idea only.

i will post about it on my blog soon, but it's not really gonna be a review. or maybe it should be. who knows.

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