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Fun weekend! D and I went to see the final show of "King Stag", over at BU. Someone on their faculty must have a soft spot for fantasy--the last show I saw there was "The Blue Demon", which also had masks and wizards and evil plots. (Unlike "Blue Demon", though, I'll note that there actually was a King Stag. The 'Blue Demon' was supposed to be imagination, or sleeplessness, or maybe indigestion...I forget. But it was definitely the most misleading play title since "Night of the Iguana" turned out to not, in fact, be about an 80-foot-tall lizard).
It was an all-female cast, which made the 3-4 love stories a bit more interesting. (Four if you count the parrot and Cigolotti...trust me, you had to be there). At one point, the Prince even comes right out and tells 'his' Prime Minister "I would like to see you gay today", a line which probably had more resonance than the playwright intended.
I'd say that about half the audience was BU theater students, many of whom were scoping out the room for their own productions, or rehearsing there already. I heard snippets of conversation during intermission like, "Could you make a note to tell the Jabberwockies not to step on me anymore?" Good times.
It was an all-female cast, which made the 3-4 love stories a bit more interesting. (Four if you count the parrot and Cigolotti...trust me, you had to be there). At one point, the Prince even comes right out and tells 'his' Prime Minister "I would like to see you gay today", a line which probably had more resonance than the playwright intended.
I'd say that about half the audience was BU theater students, many of whom were scoping out the room for their own productions, or rehearsing there already. I heard snippets of conversation during intermission like, "Could you make a note to tell the Jabberwockies not to step on me anymore?" Good times.
Re:Could you make a note to tell the Jabberwockies not to step on me anymore?
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The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came wuffling through the tulgy wood
And burbled as it came.
Have I ever told you that I can recite that poem beginning to end? One of my proudest achievements. Oh, yes.