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As per the results of the poll, Drama King and I saw Slumdog Millionaire on Tuesday. I enjoyed the movie very much (and the company even more). The narrative has a repetitive structure and I was impressed that the formula never grew stale or predictable. And bonus points for the bollywood-style musical number at the end.
The play ends its run on Saturday. I've worked hard on this show; perhaps harder than on any other. The past several weeks have been extra-crammed with rehearsals, performances, meetings, line-runs and on it goes. I am ass-tired. I'm also really proud. Every other person involved with this show has worked as hard, if not harder than I have. And it shows. I think we pulled together a really good piece of theatre. I feel honoured to be part of it. And although, I'll welcome the extra down time, I'm also sad that after Saturday it will all be over.
Except not really a rant. More of a minor irritant. My mom was up for five days, to see the show, attend Drama Prince's birthday and just hang out. It was lovely seeing her. But every night I had a show, she asked me what people thought of the play.
Generally my response was something along the lines of "People really liked it".
And then she'd ask, "And what did they think of your performance?".
"They thought it was good," I'd say.
"But what specifically did they say?"
This made me totally uncomfortable. Most of the audience members I've spoken to have been lovely and given me some wonderful compliments. I don't care to repeat them. It feels like bragging.
Anyway, I explained this to my mom. She claimed it wasn't bragging, that she was proud of me and that she just wanted to hear what people said about her daughter. To which I replied, "Well, you didn't raise me to be a show off, so...sorry."
Then she grilled me about why I always feel the need to downplay my accomplishments, blah, blah, blah. Sigh. I wonder if someday, I'll do the same thing to Drama Prince.
The play ends its run on Saturday. I've worked hard on this show; perhaps harder than on any other. The past several weeks have been extra-crammed with rehearsals, performances, meetings, line-runs and on it goes. I am ass-tired. I'm also really proud. Every other person involved with this show has worked as hard, if not harder than I have. And it shows. I think we pulled together a really good piece of theatre. I feel honoured to be part of it. And although, I'll welcome the extra down time, I'm also sad that after Saturday it will all be over.
Except not really a rant. More of a minor irritant. My mom was up for five days, to see the show, attend Drama Prince's birthday and just hang out. It was lovely seeing her. But every night I had a show, she asked me what people thought of the play.
Generally my response was something along the lines of "People really liked it".
And then she'd ask, "And what did they think of your performance?".
"They thought it was good," I'd say.
"But what specifically did they say?"
This made me totally uncomfortable. Most of the audience members I've spoken to have been lovely and given me some wonderful compliments. I don't care to repeat them. It feels like bragging.
Anyway, I explained this to my mom. She claimed it wasn't bragging, that she was proud of me and that she just wanted to hear what people said about her daughter. To which I replied, "Well, you didn't raise me to be a show off, so...sorry."
Then she grilled me about why I always feel the need to downplay my accomplishments, blah, blah, blah. Sigh. I wonder if someday, I'll do the same thing to Drama Prince.