Talley's Folly, 2013
So on Tuesday night, May 7, justom and I went to see Talley's Folly, featuring Danny Burstein and Sarah Paulson.
As many or most of you know, I was in theatreatfirst's 2005 production of this play back in Boston, so it's very close to my heart.
Generally speaking, it was great. I don't know all of it by heart anymore, just certain passages, but I still have an intuitive sense of where the cues are, where our blocking went, where the moods change. And with almost every single line I could hear in my head exactly where the inflections matched and differed from what dpolicar and I had evolved. (Actually, it surprised me how much Danny Burstein's performance evoked dpolicar's for me, even though the dialect work and often the pacing were very different. Dave, it made me miss you a bunch. :-)
Not surprisingly, though, there's a certain amount of material in the text that also sounds very different to me 8 years later.
Heartbreakingly so. When it was over, I sat there in my seat wringing my hands numbly until justom poked me and said it was time to leave the theater.
... And so then we came home and had a breakup talk.
Not The, but a.
N.B.: Cross-posted from Dreamwidth; click to view or comment on original post.
As many or most of you know, I was in theatreatfirst's 2005 production of this play back in Boston, so it's very close to my heart.
Generally speaking, it was great. I don't know all of it by heart anymore, just certain passages, but I still have an intuitive sense of where the cues are, where our blocking went, where the moods change. And with almost every single line I could hear in my head exactly where the inflections matched and differed from what dpolicar and I had evolved. (Actually, it surprised me how much Danny Burstein's performance evoked dpolicar's for me, even though the dialect work and often the pacing were very different. Dave, it made me miss you a bunch. :-)
Not surprisingly, though, there's a certain amount of material in the text that also sounds very different to me 8 years later.
Heartbreakingly so. When it was over, I sat there in my seat wringing my hands numbly until justom poked me and said it was time to leave the theater.
... And so then we came home and had a breakup talk.
Not The, but a.
N.B.: Cross-posted from Dreamwidth; click to view or comment on original post.