[LJ2ME] The Importance of Being Honest
First nights at the theatre are always special events for both the performers and the audience, for the hype and excitement and potential and promise of the evening and run ahead. Later in the season and particularly last nights bring their own qualities for the growth and development of the cast in character and portrayal and personification of their roles. So it was that I caught both the opening and closing shows of Wild Rice's take on Oscar Wilde's The Importance of Being Earnest.
First time round for the freshness and novelty, the laughs were unrestrained and natural. Second time round, you know where the laughs are going to come and subconsciously preempt it or restrain it. That said, still an enjoyable production and a well-conceptualised one worth its bouquets.
The Tang Quartet played exquisitely this evening, with a melting Air from Bach's Suite No 3 that lulled the audience into quiet submission while Boccherini's Minuet and Trio was a lesson in grace and polish with a most hypnotic pizzicato bass line from Leslie Tan's cello. Later, he was to further impress with a elegiac reading of the Prelude from Bach's Solo Cello Quite No 1.
Earlier in the afternoon, I ran into violist Lionel Tan at the library and later the lift. Before I could stop myself, the slut in me spoke up "Last performance tonight?" whereupon small talk was made and when asked if I'd caught the show, I admitted that I'd seen the first performance and was watching the last too. Was it me or was there mutual flirting when he said maybe I could see if they did anything differently and I replied that was my very purpose. The lift doors opened and we smiled and wished each other a good evening. Only after the door closed and the lift continued its ascent that I realised and probably him too, that it wasn't his stop yet. Oops.
My colleagues happened to be doing research at the library and since I had time to spare before the show, I joined them to see if they needed any help. I told them my plans for later and was taken by surprise when they asked why I didn't ask them. It was only much later at night that I realised that they had misheard me as saying I was watching "The Importance of Being a Nurse". Oops.
First time round for the freshness and novelty, the laughs were unrestrained and natural. Second time round, you know where the laughs are going to come and subconsciously preempt it or restrain it. That said, still an enjoyable production and a well-conceptualised one worth its bouquets.
The Tang Quartet played exquisitely this evening, with a melting Air from Bach's Suite No 3 that lulled the audience into quiet submission while Boccherini's Minuet and Trio was a lesson in grace and polish with a most hypnotic pizzicato bass line from Leslie Tan's cello. Later, he was to further impress with a elegiac reading of the Prelude from Bach's Solo Cello Quite No 1.
Earlier in the afternoon, I ran into violist Lionel Tan at the library and later the lift. Before I could stop myself, the slut in me spoke up "Last performance tonight?" whereupon small talk was made and when asked if I'd caught the show, I admitted that I'd seen the first performance and was watching the last too. Was it me or was there mutual flirting when he said maybe I could see if they did anything differently and I replied that was my very purpose. The lift doors opened and we smiled and wished each other a good evening. Only after the door closed and the lift continued its ascent that I realised and probably him too, that it wasn't his stop yet. Oops.
My colleagues happened to be doing research at the library and since I had time to spare before the show, I joined them to see if they needed any help. I told them my plans for later and was taken by surprise when they asked why I didn't ask them. It was only much later at night that I realised that they had misheard me as saying I was watching "The Importance of Being a Nurse". Oops.