Crossposted from my mirror-journal on Dreamwidth (at http://djonn.dreamwidth.org/44934.html); feel free to comment here or there.
- Posting from:running around like a mad thing
- Current Mood: busy
- Soundtrack:sound of pots and pans being packed
The least significant in absolute terms (but the one with the most immediate visible impact) is the quick cosmetic makeover I've done on my Dreamwidth journal style in the wake of recent migrations. I'm reasonably pleased with the new look, though if something is acting peculiar as you read this on the DW side, do let me know.
The weather has also been somewhat more than usually exciting, as my more local readers are already aware; Portland has had two impressive-for-us snowstorms already this winter and the forecasters are hinting darkly at another flurry on the horizon -- which may or may not arrive just in time to strand my monthly SFnal book group in the Beaverton branch of Powell's overnight.
Then there's the bigger news: after 25 (gasp!) years in my present apartment, I am actually preparing to move to a different part of Darkest Suburbia. A combination of factors -- a change of workplace (same job, different location), a concurrent move on my mother's part, the state of the Portland rental and housing markets, and some other familial considerations -- means that I'm about to shift status from Apartment Dweller to Condominium Resident. This has the inevitable pluses and minuses: in absolute terms, I'll sacrifice a little bit of square footage, and the new place is a second floor unit (more stairs). But I'll have a much larger kitchen space, the new neighborhood should be more bicycle-friendly, there's a high-grade movie theater in (longish) walking distance, and I won't need to change buses to get to the aforementioned Beaverton Powell's.
Now I just have to pack 25 years' worth of books. And declutter. And try to sell off a comic book collection, and etc., etc....
If I'm a little scarce online for the next few weeks, that's why.
Crossposted from my mirror-journal on Dreamwidth (at http://djonn.dreamwidth.org/44623.html); feel free to comment here or there.
- Posting from:eyeing a huge stack of moving boxes
- Current Mood: busy
- Soundtrack:"Boots" (Fish/Kipling)
This journal has for quite awhile now been duplicated on DW and on LJ -- partly because I like having backups, and partly in the wake of one or the other the-sky-is-falling memes. We have another one of those circulating this week, with news that LJ's servers are now based in the opposite hemisphere from Darkest Suburbia (specifically, in Mother Russia). This is apparently viewed as a Harbinger of Doom and a sign of the End Times.
We shall see; in any event, what I'm here to tell you is that while I continue to do most of the heavy lifting on the DreamWidth side, I have no intention of departing LiveJournal until the last light goes out and the last bit of tinsel is vacuumed up. (Those in the gallery who remember GEnie will recall that I was there till the very end of that party, too.) As a practical matter, my friends-list on LJ is much larger than the one for this account on DW (I do read both regularly), and I honestly don't think it likely that anything I've posted here is sufficiently controversial to draw the attention of any Minions of Evil that may be reading this over in that other hemisphere. And even if it is, I've got the DW import of this journal, so there's no question of actual content being lost for good.
OTOH, if anyone wants to set up housekeeping on the DW side Just In Case, then let me know if you do so that I can add you to the reading page Over There. (Or if you are already there under some other name, which I know does happen, tell me that too.)
We now return you to your regularly scheduled winter morning....
Crossposted from my mirror-journal on Dreamwidth (at http://djonn.dreamwidth.org/44423.html); feel free to comment here or there.
- Posting from:looking at a large stack of boxes
- Current Mood: awake
- Soundtrack:"On the Road Again"
Crossposted from my mirror-journal on Dreamwidth (at http://djonn.dreamwidth.org/44203.html); feel free to comment here or there.
- Posting from:an island in the sea of bytes
- Current Mood: curious
- Soundtrack:"Mr. Compatibility", Tom Payne
Just west of the driveway for my apartment complex: four police vehicles, one fire truck, lots and lots of not-really-moving cars, and no really obvious sign of what's going on. Some kind of traffic issue, by the look, but evidently a little farther west than I could tell from a quick look.
I guess I'll surf the 'Net for another few minutes....
Crossposted from my mirror-journal on Dreamwidth (at http://djonn.dreamwidth.org/44022.html); feel free to comment here or there.
- Posting from:back inside for now
- Current Mood: curious
- Soundtrack:"Car 54, Where Are You?"
Ninety-nine percent of this year's production of Twelfth Night at OSF is sheer genius. The set design for its nominal 1930s Hollywood transposition is clever in all the right ways, nearly all the performances are exceptional, and the comic swordfight between Sir Andrew and Viola-as-Cesario gets the single funniest execution I've seen in the 40+ years I've been attending the festival. (Clearly we'd best not ask how many calla lilies they've gone through since the run started.)
And then we get to the twin-revelation scene, and the magic evaporates.
Now back in 2008, an OSF production of Comedy of Errors attempted the daring stunt of casting one (count him, one) actor in the role of both Antipholuses (Antipholi?), and likewise one (count again, one) actor in the role of both Dromios. What's more, they made the stunt work -- a very clever bit of staging at the tail end of the play skated around the problem of producing both sets of twins onstage at once. Note to Christopher Liam Moore, director of this year's Twelfth Night: do not try this at home. Or at least if you're going to try it, commit to the premise and run with it.
It's not that Sara Bruner doesn't do a credible job of playing both Viola and Sebastian, though here she is merely very good in a cast where everyone else is outstanding. Especially high marks go to Ted Deasy for a beautifully dry Malvolio, Danforth Comins for a hilariously high-strung Andrew Aguecheek (all the more remarkable given that Comins' other role this year is the Prince of Denmark himself), and Gina Daniels as Olivia, here imagined as an exotically sultry but reclusive film star.
Part of the problem is technological. In absolute terms, the screen-projection trickery that allows Bruner to appear in both roles simultaneously is ingenious, and the execution is period-appropriate for the 1930s setting. But it's also unfortunately primitive (or made to appear so) by comparison to modern film and television standards, and nothing in the run-up to the finale prepares the audience for what amounts to a left turn into pulp-era science fiction at exactly the wrong emotional moment.
More troubling yet, though, is what happens after the magic doubling effect is dismissed. Bruner is left onstage as Viola/Cesario -- but in the very last moment, finds herself being treated as Viola by Orsino and Sebastian by Olivia, literally pulled in opposite directions at once. In theory, this is obviously a nod to the questions of gender identity Shakespeare himself raises in the script...but as with the special-effects trickery, there's been no foundation laid for this interpretation of the character(s) anywhere in the preceding two hours. One can certainly imagine, nowadays, a staging of Twelfth Night in which the "twins" are in fact two minds in one body, with the attendant gender-bending consequences -- but this is not that show.
And as a result, the last few seconds in which it tries to become that show fall absolutely, utterly flat. Which is frustrating in the extreme, because in nearly every other respect this is a home-run production.Crossposted from my mirror-journal on Dreamwidth (at http://djonn.dreamwidth.org/43522.html); feel free to comment here or there.
- Posting from:a prompter's box
- Soundtrack:"And the rain it raineth every day"
[crossposted from The Lone Penman]
If you are a Gilbert & Sullivan purist, you may want to steer clear of the Oregon Shakespeare Festival's current incarnation of Yeomen of the Guard -- it is, I'm advised by the G&S purists in our tour group, a sufficiently free adaptation that they might as well have called it something else. (Possibly Boys & Girls of the Golden West....)
If, however, you're the sort of person who doesn't mind a little country in your sort-of-light operetta (Yeomen being the G&S equivalent of one of Shakespeare's weirder, edgier "comedies", on the order of Measure for Measure) -- and especially if you're the sort of person who likes meta in their fanfiction and more than a little audience-generated improv in your live theatre -- then run, do not walk, to the OSF box office and book your ticket now.
In fact, while the libretto is definitely retuned for this production, it's not as severely mangled as my purist fellow travelers might lead you to think. Though the setting is a light-duty Wild West town square with props and costumes that wouldn't be out of place on a Muppet Show set, it's still called Tower Green, the yeomen are still called yeomen, and the intricate scansion that makes G&S what it is remains largely intact.
Indeed, the most unusual element of this staging isn't the cartoon-Western set design at all. It's the fact that about twenty percent of the audience for the show is being seated right there on that cartoon-Western set...which includes an actual operational saloon bar, where (if you're among that part of the audience) you can buy yourself a beer or a soda or what have you at any time during the 90-minute duration of the performance.
But the presence of a live cash bar onstage isn't, in itself, what's novel here. What's novel is that the audience in what's being called "promenade" seating essentially becomes part of the cast for that performance. Those sitting on-set will -- not may, will -- find themselves moving from haybale to rocking horse to billiards table and back as the action ebbs and flows. An actor might unexpectedly swap hats with you during a musical number. Another actor might call you out for looking entirely too much like James Taylor. Or someone could spill their beer right into the players' main traffic lane, thereby becoming comic relief for the ninety-odd seconds required for an usher to produce towels and clean up the spill. [Yes, all of those things actually happened the night I saw the show.] And all of those moments combine with the crisp, high-energy artistry of Ashland's crackerjack repertory performers to produce something that's not merely wonderful but wondrous. Even for the many promenade denizens who aren't pulled into the limelight -- and, for the more traditionally seated audience -- the resulting explosion of sheer interpersonal chemistry makes for a uniquely delightful theatrical experience.
The consensus among our tour group afterward is that doing the show that way must be even more than usually complicated and exhausting for the actors, though a few of us also pointed out that for at least some of them, it's likely to have been the most fun they've ever been legally allowed to have onstage.
One can only hope that it's a sufficiently successful experiment for OSF to do it again. Because next time, I want one of those promenade seats....Crossposted from my mirror-journal on Dreamwidth (at http://djonn.dreamwidth.org/43316.html); feel free to comment here or there.
- Posting from:the morning after the night before
- Current Mood:delighted
- Soundtrack:"I have a song to sing, O"
Very belatedly posted; I premiered this at OryCon this past November.
words: © 2015 John C. Bunnell
music: “Don’t Slay That Potato” (Tom Paxton)
Inspired by Diane Duane’s “Young Wizards” novels (and some of the fanworks that have drawn on them).
Oh, magic, they say, is a game for the young, that’s played for the ultimate stake.
It comes with a language unique and complete, and a vow ev’ry wizard must take;
There’s also a guidebook with useful advice; still, there is no guarantee
That wizardry’s gift will ensure you survive first contact with your Enemy….
‘Ware, now, the Fairest and Fallen, Death in its pocket again;
A Choice it proposes, its voice wine and roses,
Its offer beguiling, its countenance smiling;
But wizards well know, if down that road you go
From Death you cannot turn aside;
‘Ware, then, the Lone One’s temptation; instead in Life’s service abide!
Stories are told of three kids from New York who’ve had an astonishing run.
They’ve taken the Lone One down time after time, and still seem to think that it’s fun;
They’ve traveled the spaceways, brought planets to life, and saved us from Martian attack;
And even their friends who have died for the cause still seem to find ways to come back….
The thing about this sort of magic: it spreads, and rumors, of course soon ensue
That all sorts of people have gotten the Book and taken up wizardry too;
Black Widow and Falcon, we rather suspect, might prove decent hands at the Art,
But a certain small boy with a tiger of plush? The thought puts a chill in our heart….
The Powers are fickle, and choose whom They will; don’t fret that they haven’t picked you.
Not all They select will survive their Ordeals, and Death takes all too many who do;
But magic’s not needed to live by the Oath, so if that commitment you’d make,
Then wizard or not, simply live by these words: “In Life’s name and for all Life’s sake….”
REFRAINCrossposted from my mirror-journal on Dreamwidth (at http://djonn.dreamwidth.org/43135.html); feel free to comment here or there.
- Posting from:crawling up out of the virtual basement
- Current Mood: amused
- Soundtrack:see above
This year's OSF staging falls somewhere between the two movies in atmosphere -- it has a Mediterranean visual style not unlike the Branagh film, but the execution is distinctly modern. It's funny where it needs to be -- one of the best running gags has Rex Young's Dogberry zipping around on a Segway, and Christiana Clark makes an especially energetic Beatrice. It's also provocative where it needs to be -- actress Regan Linton plays a wheelchair-bound Don John with credible bitterness, lending an intriguing dimension to the darker side of the play's storyline.
The trouble is simply that while there's nothing really wrong with the production, it just doesn't sparkle as brightly as OSF's home-run shows of the current season -- it lacks the zip of Head Over Heels or Guys & Dolls, and can't match a play like Sweat on the social-relevance scale. It's simply a very good staging caught among a handful of flat-out spectacular shows, and it can't help but feel a little bit overwhelmed by comparison. For what it's worth, I'd count Much Ado as the slightly better show of the two Shakespeare plays we saw -- Antony & Cleopatra is a bit more unevenly executed.
In terms of the weekend as a whole, though, this feels like one of OSF's strongest recent seasons, and I'd happily go back to catch several of the shows we missed on this visit (notably Pericles and The Count of Monte Cristo, though tickets for the former are reportedly very hard to come by at this point).
*Our nominal tour leader (an English professor from my alma mater) would argue with me about this. She expressed the opinion several times during the tour that Much Ado is possibly Shakespeare's *best* comedy in terms of craft and characterization, which is one of the reasons she chose to have the group see it rather than the Festival's production of The Count of Monte Cristo on the outdoor Elizabethan stage. Me, I'd have picked Monte Cristo....
Crossposted from my mirror-journal on Dreamwidth (at http://djonn.dreamwidth.org/42831.html); feel free to comment here or there.
- Posting from:I suppose I ought to pack now....
- Current Mood: accomplished
- Soundtrack:"Car 54, Where Are You?"
Discussing the matinee, Guys & Dolls, ought to take less space than yesterday's shows...simply because what we got was an absolutely classic old-school Broadway stage production. Simple set (with a few flashy touches), briskly enthusiastic choreography, uniformly confident acting, and musical numbers performed with energy and verve. A sufficiently trained ear might have caught one or two performers switching registers in order to hit one or two particular notes -- but that ear wasn't mine, and as far as I'm concerned, the door I walked through into the Angus Bowmer shell might as well have been a portal into the New York theater district. The show was just that good, and while I am usually stingy about handing out standing ovations (unlike most of Ashland's theater-goers these days), it took me less than three seconds to get up at the end of this performance.
I'm struck, though, by one observation. Where Head Over Heels (see yesterday's entry) got much of its energy from direct interaction with the audience, Guys & Dolls draws virtually all of its oomph from its own onstage presence. It's not that the audience isn't on board and enjoying the ride -- far from it -- but the energy that drives this production is essentially self-sustaining. And while this is far from a bad thing (overall, it's an indication that the show has been and will be consistently superb from its first to its final performance), it's a marked contrast to much of the Festival's other recent work.
Mind you, I'd still have liked to see Pericles Prince of Tyre, the rarely-produced Shakespeare play running opposite Guys & Dolls in the Festival's black box theatre that day. But the show I did see was a six-stars-out-of-five production of a first-rate musical classic, and that's an experience absolutely worth having.
Crossposted from my mirror-journal on Dreamwidth (at http://djonn.dreamwidth.org/42588.html); feel free to comment here or there.
- Posting from:just where is that permanent floating crap game, anyway?
- Current Mood: cheerful
- Soundtrack:"Luck Be a Lady Tonight"