So, Himself and I just sat down and watched
Matthew Bourne's Nutcracker! Oh. My. Fucking. God. What the hell did I just watch? I'm kind of charmed, but. What? I mean. Just. What?
I get totally changing up an old classic. I really wanted to watch this, since this is the guy that did the spin on Swan Lake that I STILL haven't seen, but I hear is bizarre AND it's referenced in Billy Eliot.
But where the hell did the pointe shoes go? This isn't ballet. It's interpretive dance. And don't get me wrong, it's GOOD. It's a fucking mind-trip, but it's good. The dancing is solid and I liked the performance. I just didn't realize JUST how much I was becoming like my Great Aunt and getting crotchety about my classics. Gimme my fucking classic Nutcracker or get the hell of my lawn.
The Ovation channel is showing all different types of Nutcrackers this holiday season. So far we've watched the Bolshoi Ballet's 1989 version (which Himself LOVED) and the 2009 England's Royal Opera House version (which. WOW. So far it's my fav) and then...this. I don't even have words, you don't understand. Just a mind-fuck. Good, but holy shit. Such a mind-fuck.
So yeah. Other than having insomnia so bad I was up until 5am, slept for 3 hours and had a nasty relapse on the way home and am now buzzing from Excedrin which hates my system, that was our Sunday.
I'ma gonna go look at hockey photos now, m'kay?