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It's Day 1 of NaNoWriNo, and I find it more than a little funny that the website has decided to error message itself out of existence. Too many people flocking to post amazing word counts, I suppose. I'll try to sip my Haterade this time around; taking it to the head is so very passe.
Last night I got to see Matthew Bourne's Swan Lake. I'm not much of a dance person and didn't know what to expect outside of what I could find on the City Center's website. And, God help me, I tend to spend too much time looking at the trees: I lost a good ten minutes of story when things transitioned from "boy Prince" to "man Prince" because I couldn't figure out they'd purposely gotten a new gentleman to play the Prince and figured the first person injured himself or there was some other backstage drama that required a principle to switch with a corps player. I seriously wasted time analyzing why they'd bother to change leads when the first lead's face was so expressive and childlike (!), while the second's is more stoic and withdrawn. Older, even. *headdesk* I need, like, cue cards and an air horn to figure things out sometimes.
But, Swan Lake. It was funny and interesting and made for a very entertaining way to pass two hours. Like I said, I'm not much of a dance person, but there were definitely moments of grace and obvious skill and dexterity and subtle strength on display. If my sharing of the experience comes off stilted it's mainly because the show ended on such a downer note. I know, blah blah blah, classic story framing, shit gets fucked up, happy endings don't sell, bittersweet is the way to go, but I've always been a milk chocolate girl. Leave the 80% cacao in the store, you know? Rare occasions only. Still, I liked it overall.
One very amusing observation: the person performing as the Swan at my showing was Richard Winsor, the stunning young man who also adorned all the posters around town. He was either unwell at showtime (his dancing didn't seem to support that at all) or was the Patrick Ewing of dance. Dude was sweating buckets. I started feeling bad for his fellow dancers and then wondered about the safety of the corps, what with all the moisture that was being flung off his body. Every time he turned the sweat would fly and strike anyone within range. And then during the later acts he had to don leather pants(!). Not enough talcum powder in the world to make that disrobing easy, imho. I kept trying to calculate how electrolyte depleted he was getting as the night went on. Still, he was amazing. Both he and the guy playing the Prince were excellent and really sold their parts.
Missed the new Sherlock and The Walking Dead, but I did DVR them. Which, yeah. Have yet to get around to watching them.
Now I'm off to gripe about NaNo.
Last night I got to see Matthew Bourne's Swan Lake. I'm not much of a dance person and didn't know what to expect outside of what I could find on the City Center's website. And, God help me, I tend to spend too much time looking at the trees: I lost a good ten minutes of story when things transitioned from "boy Prince" to "man Prince" because I couldn't figure out they'd purposely gotten a new gentleman to play the Prince and figured the first person injured himself or there was some other backstage drama that required a principle to switch with a corps player. I seriously wasted time analyzing why they'd bother to change leads when the first lead's face was so expressive and childlike (!), while the second's is more stoic and withdrawn. Older, even. *headdesk* I need, like, cue cards and an air horn to figure things out sometimes.
But, Swan Lake. It was funny and interesting and made for a very entertaining way to pass two hours. Like I said, I'm not much of a dance person, but there were definitely moments of grace and obvious skill and dexterity and subtle strength on display. If my sharing of the experience comes off stilted it's mainly because the show ended on such a downer note. I know, blah blah blah, classic story framing, shit gets fucked up, happy endings don't sell, bittersweet is the way to go, but I've always been a milk chocolate girl. Leave the 80% cacao in the store, you know? Rare occasions only. Still, I liked it overall.
One very amusing observation: the person performing as the Swan at my showing was Richard Winsor, the stunning young man who also adorned all the posters around town. He was either unwell at showtime (his dancing didn't seem to support that at all) or was the Patrick Ewing of dance. Dude was sweating buckets. I started feeling bad for his fellow dancers and then wondered about the safety of the corps, what with all the moisture that was being flung off his body. Every time he turned the sweat would fly and strike anyone within range. And then during the later acts he had to don leather pants(!). Not enough talcum powder in the world to make that disrobing easy, imho. I kept trying to calculate how electrolyte depleted he was getting as the night went on. Still, he was amazing. Both he and the guy playing the Prince were excellent and really sold their parts.
Missed the new Sherlock and The Walking Dead, but I did DVR them. Which, yeah. Have yet to get around to watching them.
Now I'm off to gripe about NaNo.