Average at best
I've just sat through and lighting opted a show called Edge at the Athenaum this week, about an american english poet named sylvia plath who ovens herself, night after night after night. To boot the director wrote it, thinks he an "ArTIST". He and the actor in it are american, and he sits in every performance and grunts every 3 to 6 mins like he's having bad sex with her at 20 feet. It's truly the most mundane, average, poorly scripted and acted piece of theatre I've had to sit through since I left high school. And it's touring here from new york!
Anyway... just venting. This wanker director took it apon himself to scream himself horse at me this morning. The biggest downpour I've seen in a long time in melbourne flooded back stage and the front five seating isles 3 feet in water during the matinee this afternoon and a light in the rig blew this arvo which prompted more screaming. It was wasn't the screaming that bothered me so much, as the spittle that was hurled a lot more offensively all over me along with it.
A very average week for me.
So who wants to come over for a beer!?¿
Anyway... just venting. This wanker director took it apon himself to scream himself horse at me this morning. The biggest downpour I've seen in a long time in melbourne flooded back stage and the front five seating isles 3 feet in water during the matinee this afternoon and a light in the rig blew this arvo which prompted more screaming. It was wasn't the screaming that bothered me so much, as the spittle that was hurled a lot more offensively all over me along with it.
A very average week for me.
So who wants to come over for a beer!?¿