Saturday, November 29, 2008
All My Sons
The words wretched abortion of a catastrophe get thrown around a lot these days, and I think they've lost their collective meaning just a touch. But I feel these words perfectly describe the horrors I saw on the stage today.
Arthur Miller, perhaps America's greatest playwright, wrote All My Sons as a scathing indictment of war profiteering and the corruption of American capitalism. The play begs the viewer to acknowledge his/her responsibility for the universe outside him/herself and his/her family. It's by no means a subtle play, but it most certainly powerful.
And this is what confounds me about the production (or more appropriately, massacre) that I witnessed. The play isn't subtle. Its meaning is made crystal clear by the end of the third act. Yet, the director of this production, a one, Simon McBurney, decided to add a few bells and whistles to really grab the dumbass audience's attention.
For starters, everyone was yelling. John Lithgow (Joseph Keller) shouted every single line he had. Many of the cast-members did the same. And on top of the shouting, much of the acting was bad. Take, for example, the Broadway debut of Katie Holmes (Ann Deever). Holy SHIT! I've seen High School actresses perform with more confidence than she did. She didn't know what to do with her hands half the time. And her delivery seemed to say "I don't know what the fuck this play is about." Patrick Wilson (Chris Keller) sucked in a similar manner, but he isn't pretty or married to Tom Cruise, so who cares? The only redeeming acting performance was Diane Wiest (Kate Keller), but man, the fucking shouting.
Then there's the blocking. No single character's movement makes any sense to me. They all just circle around each other incessantly, and walk from one side of the yard to the other with no apparent motivation to do so. Yes, Miller wrote a relatively static play physically. But guess what, this play is about the words! GOD!
Oh! and the fucking projections. What was with the fucking projections? They projected shit onto the back of the stage during the characters' monologues about the war. The words are doing everything. There is no need for the visual accompaniment. Yet we see images of planes and war and shit. And then they throw sound into it. Too much happens during these monologues which are about ONE PERSON SPEAKING! That's why they're monologues. Christ!
I can't even get into the shit about the ending because it will ruin it for you, but man, McBurney fucked the ending really bad. SO fucking bad.
Anyway, fuck Simon McBurney.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Dildo
I'm creating a new word: dildonic.
dil DON ic - adj. - of or relating to dildos.
Kevin Bright is hella dildonic, all creating friends and being a sexist dildo and shit.
Larry was being wicked dildonic at Shaw's on Saturday; he did not wage peace.
I'm like Shakespeare or something.
Seriously, Kevin Bright is a dildo and so is Larry from work.
Actually, to be fair to dildos everywhere, Kevin Bright is way worse than a dildo. There actually isn't any word hateful enough to be what Kevin Bright is. Fuck that guy, and fuck friends.
Larry though, he's just a dildo.
dil DON ic - adj. - of or relating to dildos.
Kevin Bright is hella dildonic, all creating friends and being a sexist dildo and shit.
Larry was being wicked dildonic at Shaw's on Saturday; he did not wage peace.
I'm like Shakespeare or something.
Seriously, Kevin Bright is a dildo and so is Larry from work.
Actually, to be fair to dildos everywhere, Kevin Bright is way worse than a dildo. There actually isn't any word hateful enough to be what Kevin Bright is. Fuck that guy, and fuck friends.
Larry though, he's just a dildo.
Friday, November 14, 2008
Thursday, November 13, 2008
MBTA again
Okay, before we get into this, I want to point out that I have no general problem with the people who work for the MBTA, I just HATE the company they work for.
Today as I went to take the T back from Boylston St. I decided I wanted to get lunch first. That seems reasonable, and I have a monthly pass, so it doesn't cost me anything to go in and out quickly. When I came back with My burrito the card didn't work. I alerted the dude working at the station that I had a monthly pass, but that the T pass reading thing kept saying that the card didn't have sufficient funds. Total bullshit. He informed me that there was a 20 minute time thing between uses. I commented that that was ridiculous (which it is, it's absolutely fucking ridiculous.) He opened the gate for me, and I thanked him. He then said, "You're welcome." Fine, that seems perfectly friendly. As I walked past him he shouted "You're welcome" in that "hey douchebag, you didn't say 'thank you'" way that douchebags do. I replied by saying, VERY ANGRILY that I had already told him "Thank You."
So, T guy, if you read this, fuck you! I take back my thank you. Don't think that just because you work for the company that proves man's infinite weakness that you have the right to be a dick to me. I'm sorry that in the very near future your job will be in jeopardy due to the fact that the MBTA is a fucking blackhole for money, and I'm sorry that you work for a company that sucks so hard that no one pays you a modicum of respect, but Jesus Christ! don't be a dick to me.
I'm not going to let the shittiness of this one guy and the company works for tarnish the view I have of other MBTA workers, but MBTA workers, let him serve as a lesson. Don't be a dick.
Today as I went to take the T back from Boylston St. I decided I wanted to get lunch first. That seems reasonable, and I have a monthly pass, so it doesn't cost me anything to go in and out quickly. When I came back with My burrito the card didn't work. I alerted the dude working at the station that I had a monthly pass, but that the T pass reading thing kept saying that the card didn't have sufficient funds. Total bullshit. He informed me that there was a 20 minute time thing between uses. I commented that that was ridiculous (which it is, it's absolutely fucking ridiculous.) He opened the gate for me, and I thanked him. He then said, "You're welcome." Fine, that seems perfectly friendly. As I walked past him he shouted "You're welcome" in that "hey douchebag, you didn't say 'thank you'" way that douchebags do. I replied by saying, VERY ANGRILY that I had already told him "Thank You."
So, T guy, if you read this, fuck you! I take back my thank you. Don't think that just because you work for the company that proves man's infinite weakness that you have the right to be a dick to me. I'm sorry that in the very near future your job will be in jeopardy due to the fact that the MBTA is a fucking blackhole for money, and I'm sorry that you work for a company that sucks so hard that no one pays you a modicum of respect, but Jesus Christ! don't be a dick to me.
I'm not going to let the shittiness of this one guy and the company works for tarnish the view I have of other MBTA workers, but MBTA workers, let him serve as a lesson. Don't be a dick.
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Monday, November 3, 2008
Please Don't Vote for John McCain
Please don't vote for John McCain. PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE! Essentially you are making this woman president in the near future if you do so. She's crazy! She's absolutely fucking crazy. Also, even if John McCain doesn't die (not likely), he'll have free reign when the next batch of Supreme Court Justices GTFO. Say good by to Roe Vs. Wade. I don't even care if you vote for Obama or not anymore. But don't vote for John McCain! Is Jeremiah Wright the problem? Because he wasn't wrong and Pat Robertson and Jerry Falwell are far worse people. Are policies the problem? If so, you aren't thinking about them right and I can't change that. Just trust me on the fact that you are wrong. Is race the problem? If so, go kill yourself because if you see things in terms of race you are too stupid to vote, and if you think "race" (which is a societal thing, not a biological thing) makes a man a good or bad leader, you are too stupid to LIVE. So, tomorrow, vote, please, it makes democracy more efficient. But don't vote for McCain.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
MAN!
Fucking...Frank Navetta died. He played guitar on Milo Goes to College! That album is easily in the top ten punk albums, and Mr. Navetta wrote some of my favorite songs on it. Fuck you, mortality!
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