The worst play in the history of all the plays
I have seen some pretty questionable theatre (But then again, I live in Canada and who here hasn't?).
The senior citizen Hamlet decked out in WWI gear chasing the twelve year old Ophelia around the stage in rewind slow-mo ("Time is out of joint." Get it? Get it? No? Then let's do the whole scene over again) to the sound of ringing bells as the Ghost made rude gestures from the ramparts, was memorable. The farce put on by my local community theatre where I got to see most of my high school chum's parents walking around in their underwear and groping at each other's naughty bits, was burned into my brain.
But none, none was ever so bad as the two and half hour Repuls-o-rama as UBC's production of "Gormenghast."
I'm pretty sure that it was around the beginning of the second act, where our "hero" Steerpike (I am fully aware that you are not supposed to be cheering for him to destroy everything and everyone on stage but it was that kind of production) gifts to his lady Fushia, a golden monkey.
Named Satan.
Fushia rejects Satan (Ha! Ha!) and so Steerpike is left bitterly alone on the dark stage (safe for the chattering monkey puppet) where the world's tiniest synthesizer churns out the emo-est 70's tune you ever heard (or the most derivative of "Vienna" by Ultravox) as Steerpike launches into his Hamlet-esque soliloquy of how misunderstood he is and starts to draw his phallic symbol sword and brandished it about in a display of manly theatrics.
And then, he stabs the monkey.
At this point, I descended into complete and utter hysteria.
The crowd cooed with horror and disgust. There was a few gasps from the respectable ladies sitting in the back row. Small children whimpered.
I laughed so hard and so long, I started to cry. Right there in the theatre.
I and my fellow victims/theatre go-ers mik100, chandri and calantha42 laughed so hard, I think we drowned out the actors.
Apparently according to chandri and calantha42 , mik100 and I are banned from choosing theatre for the next three months.
... Well, at least I had a good time.
The senior citizen Hamlet decked out in WWI gear chasing the twelve year old Ophelia around the stage in rewind slow-mo ("Time is out of joint." Get it? Get it? No? Then let's do the whole scene over again) to the sound of ringing bells as the Ghost made rude gestures from the ramparts, was memorable. The farce put on by my local community theatre where I got to see most of my high school chum's parents walking around in their underwear and groping at each other's naughty bits, was burned into my brain.
But none, none was ever so bad as the two and half hour Repuls-o-rama as UBC's production of "Gormenghast."
I'm pretty sure that it was around the beginning of the second act, where our "hero" Steerpike (I am fully aware that you are not supposed to be cheering for him to destroy everything and everyone on stage but it was that kind of production) gifts to his lady Fushia, a golden monkey.
Named Satan.
Fushia rejects Satan (Ha! Ha!) and so Steerpike is left bitterly alone on the dark stage (safe for the chattering monkey puppet) where the world's tiniest synthesizer churns out the emo-est 70's tune you ever heard (or the most derivative of "Vienna" by Ultravox) as Steerpike launches into his Hamlet-esque soliloquy of how misunderstood he is and starts to draw his phallic symbol sword and brandished it about in a display of manly theatrics.
And then, he stabs the monkey.
At this point, I descended into complete and utter hysteria.
The crowd cooed with horror and disgust. There was a few gasps from the respectable ladies sitting in the back row. Small children whimpered.
I laughed so hard and so long, I started to cry. Right there in the theatre.
I and my fellow victims/theatre go-ers mik100, chandri and calantha42 laughed so hard, I think we drowned out the actors.
Apparently according to chandri and calantha42 , mik100 and I are banned from choosing theatre for the next three months.
... Well, at least I had a good time.