Operas, family, and tv
Last night I went to go see my best friend in the opera Street Scene down at U of H.
Patrick was, of course, very good. I always think seeing him act is a little funny, but as my cousin observed his scenes with his love interest were the most compelling. Plus, I saw him kiss a girl which made me go: "Awwwww." Then I laughed for a while to myself.
I was glad I went, not only because I got to see him, but our friend who has a real job in Austin came down. So that was lovely.
The opera itself was more like a musical, in my opinion. There was a good deal of spoken lines, and it was a surprisingly big ensemble. It follows one tenement building in New York, I want to say in the 40s. It's a treatise on disappointment and disillusionment, you know, in a musical kind of way.
One thing I thought really cool, was that Langston Hughes wrote half the lyrics.
Today, my grandfather was in town from Mississippi because my grandmother went on some cruise with her sisters. I went over there for lunch, and then ended up going with them to the airport. Had I known it would take 3 hours I probably wouldn't have gone. Ah, well.
After that somewhat tedious exercise, I came back and watched the new BBC production of Jane Eyre that I dl'ed. Shhhh.
I have only watched the first half, but already I am enthralled.
For anyone who lurves the BBC's Pride and Prejudice (otherwise known as wet Colin Firth as Mr. Darcy), I reccommend it. True, this does not contain Colin Firth, but I have no complaints.
I should probably make some sort of intelligent commentary on how it compares with the book, but I haven't read the book in 5 years. (God, I am old.) I'm pretty sure they vastly abridged her childhood, and they certainly have made Mr. Rochester and Jane much more attractive than they have any right to be. But I don't really care.
So I will contain my thoughts to the following:
Brooding Englishman! Delicious, marvelous angst! Not unsnappy dialogue!
Oh, and I actually found myself very slightly creeped out by the more gothic elements, which I don't remember affecting me much when I read it.
I realize I have alienated any of my guy friends. That's fine. I don't expect any of you to feel similarly.
This is one of the rare points where I am all girly.
So far the chart looks something like this:
Girly Stuff
Biology
Former adoration of Gilmore Girls
Complete apathy toward Football
Weakness for drippy British 17-18th Century novels and ensuing teleadaptations about sensitive men
and "unrequited" but really totally requited luuurve
Nongirly Stuff
Everything else, ever.
Comment if you have additions/amendments to the chart.
Patrick was, of course, very good. I always think seeing him act is a little funny, but as my cousin observed his scenes with his love interest were the most compelling. Plus, I saw him kiss a girl which made me go: "Awwwww." Then I laughed for a while to myself.
I was glad I went, not only because I got to see him, but our friend who has a real job in Austin came down. So that was lovely.
The opera itself was more like a musical, in my opinion. There was a good deal of spoken lines, and it was a surprisingly big ensemble. It follows one tenement building in New York, I want to say in the 40s. It's a treatise on disappointment and disillusionment, you know, in a musical kind of way.
One thing I thought really cool, was that Langston Hughes wrote half the lyrics.
Today, my grandfather was in town from Mississippi because my grandmother went on some cruise with her sisters. I went over there for lunch, and then ended up going with them to the airport. Had I known it would take 3 hours I probably wouldn't have gone. Ah, well.
After that somewhat tedious exercise, I came back and watched the new BBC production of Jane Eyre that I dl'ed. Shhhh.
I have only watched the first half, but already I am enthralled.
For anyone who lurves the BBC's Pride and Prejudice (otherwise known as wet Colin Firth as Mr. Darcy), I reccommend it. True, this does not contain Colin Firth, but I have no complaints.
I should probably make some sort of intelligent commentary on how it compares with the book, but I haven't read the book in 5 years. (God, I am old.) I'm pretty sure they vastly abridged her childhood, and they certainly have made Mr. Rochester and Jane much more attractive than they have any right to be. But I don't really care.
So I will contain my thoughts to the following:
Brooding Englishman! Delicious, marvelous angst! Not unsnappy dialogue!
Oh, and I actually found myself very slightly creeped out by the more gothic elements, which I don't remember affecting me much when I read it.
I realize I have alienated any of my guy friends. That's fine. I don't expect any of you to feel similarly.
This is one of the rare points where I am all girly.
So far the chart looks something like this:
Girly Stuff
Biology
Former adoration of Gilmore Girls
Complete apathy toward Football
Weakness for drippy British 17-18th Century novels and ensuing teleadaptations about sensitive men
and "unrequited" but really totally requited luuurve
Nongirly Stuff
Everything else, ever.
Comment if you have additions/amendments to the chart.