Total shit
Ah, Tuesday, how quickly you come! Instead of regular Boston Market, we went to check out "Osceola Idol." It was very nostalgic being in the PAC again, with those familiar smells of moldly ass and chipped paint. Rob, Andrea and me stood around in the back (since there were no seats left) cracking jokes and eyeing each other in total fucking shock. Most of the acts were horrible, and not just because of talentless fuckwads. The "hosts," or as I call 'em "shit with feet," tried to ad-lib their way through the show rather than give it any semblance of order...or fucking tolerance. There was one gal who was okay; because she was a riot. It's nice to see someone feign friendliness on stage, then have them come back and confess how much they hate every other scumfuck in the department. But the other two guys were useless, going through inside jokes, horrible acts and lame gags that brought a quiet groan and a poorly-contrived chuckle from the audience. The show was essentially a bunch of unsupervised kids shoving acts out onto the stage at random points. Rob made a good point earlier, when he stated that theatre is *not* like the rest of high school. It is a sanctuary from the sluts, jocks and typical assholes. The whole show lacked the element of *theatre*, of that otherworldliness that makes drama so endearing. It sucked; it was like a group of people with no regard for theatre pinched a collective loaf on the ol' Betty Kirk Theatre. Pop songs and quasi-witty pop culture references need to stay the fuck out. Megmo did a Les Miserables song (My favorite. Long live Eponine!) while a couple girls did monologues and poetry. The rest of the production, however, was a sloppy series of off-key rock ballads, mono-chord Linkin Park impersonators, and played-out diva songs sung by very un-diva voices. (I will admit that I liked the "Toxic" performance. A guy who wears a leather mini and strapless top, leaping around in high-heeled boots is worthy of respect). What those kids need is a teacher who'll actually teach them. It seems like the folks that love theatre are pushed aside by not-so-stage-loving folks who couldn't act/sing/dance their way out of a paper bag. Snot-faced nerds shouldn't have to deal with the responsibility of directing/maintaining a show...they have to be schooled and their gifts cultivated. God damnit, they're pupils. And as I said earlier, my old drama department has become a pussing sore upon the groin of the arts.