Knights picking flowers? Well SOMEONE has to do it!
Here be theatre reviews - the first of the season.
Camelot: Now, you know I love musicals, realistic or not. But I love two different types: the serious ones like Les Mis, in which music happens to be the medium for telling the story, or the purely fun ones like The Music Man that never take themselves seriously. Camelot is one of the ones that falls somewhere in between. It's funny at times; the story is, I suppose, no cheesier than The Music Man's; but then there are guys skipping around in brightly coloured tights and codpieces, singing backup to a song about how everyone loses their self control in "the lusty month of May", unironically. I just don't quite now how to take it. Or perhaps it's just that most of the songs aren't awesome. Anyway, it was fun, the design was beautiful, and Brent Carver was freaking adorable as Pellinore.
Our Class:
This play was as painful as expected, but that is as it should be. The fact that the most cold-hearted character was played by an actor I love only made it worse in that regard. The Berkeley St. Theatre is lovely and intimate. Also, I automatically like a theatre company that seriously discusses Milgram, Zimbardo and the follow-up work in their programs. That is all.
In other news, thesis is still going slooooowly. But advisor continues to be pretty great, except for frightening me by telling me that her insomnia started when she was writing her thesis... I had a mild case last week, as I've had off and on, but she fairly regularly goes through bouts of not sleeping at all unless she drugs herself. This may be my future.
Camelot: Now, you know I love musicals, realistic or not. But I love two different types: the serious ones like Les Mis, in which music happens to be the medium for telling the story, or the purely fun ones like The Music Man that never take themselves seriously. Camelot is one of the ones that falls somewhere in between. It's funny at times; the story is, I suppose, no cheesier than The Music Man's; but then there are guys skipping around in brightly coloured tights and codpieces, singing backup to a song about how everyone loses their self control in "the lusty month of May", unironically. I just don't quite now how to take it. Or perhaps it's just that most of the songs aren't awesome. Anyway, it was fun, the design was beautiful, and Brent Carver was freaking adorable as Pellinore.
Our Class:
This play was as painful as expected, but that is as it should be. The fact that the most cold-hearted character was played by an actor I love only made it worse in that regard. The Berkeley St. Theatre is lovely and intimate. Also, I automatically like a theatre company that seriously discusses Milgram, Zimbardo and the follow-up work in their programs. That is all.
In other news, thesis is still going slooooowly. But advisor continues to be pretty great, except for frightening me by telling me that her insomnia started when she was writing her thesis... I had a mild case last week, as I've had off and on, but she fairly regularly goes through bouts of not sleeping at all unless she drugs herself. This may be my future.