The Language Archive, and musings on boredom.
Shawna and I went to see The Language Archive at SCR on Tuesday night. SCR showcases some of the best new plays out there, and this one was no exception. I liked the set; Shawna did not. The costumes were very funny, and lent a Wes Anderson-vibe to the production. We both LOVED the Ellowan characters, Alta and Resten, especially, which was certainly due both to the actors, and the words provided them by Julia Cho, playwright.
The absolute best scene was a very simple one, when an actor stood on the edge of the stage, waiting to jump in front of a train… which he let pass by him instead. With a simple flashing of lights, a little sound engineering, and some amazing physical acting, you could feel the train pass by, rocking him with its astonishing speed. It was a beautiful moment.
The one thing I really did not like was the epilogue. I am happy enough to have a play end where it ends. I don’t need a series of updates on what happened to the characters. MEH TO EPILOGUES.
The Language Archive runs through April 25th at South Coast Repertory. Definitely worth the price of the ticket, and maybe even one of those delightful two-dollar cookies they have at intermission.
http://www.ocregister.com/articles/cho-241090-george-register.html?pic=1
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Sometimes I feel like a whiney sit-at-home time wasting loser girl.
And then the other night, I was talking to Missy Shawna, and I counted.
Since January 1:
I have been to San Francisco for 1 weekend.
I have seen 3 plays, 1 concert, 1 movie, and been to 1 museum.
I have written 3 short stories(and made inroads to seriously improving/editing one of them), re-written 1 story, and half-written 1 story.
I have painted 1 painting, and started the drawing for another.
I have taken it upon myself to direct 1 Shakespeare play, albeit in an untraditional setting.
I have read 4.5 books, 3 comics, and 2 graphic novels.
I’ve had 1 book, and the beginning of a second one, read TO me.
I have listened to 18 short story podcasts in the car.
I’ve only watched 2 TV shows regularly, and I have had the same Netflix DVD sitting on my bookshelf for more than a month, meaning to watch it.
To sum up, I am not, in fact, a whiney sit-at-home time wasting loser girl.
What I am instead is a person with very mixed up ideas of who and what I ought to be. and broke. I am also broke, and that is okay, too. Well. Not okay, but more just something I'm used to by now. Ah, recognition.