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Go see Proof. No arguments.
Oct. 9th, 2004 11:16 pmIf you are currently in Seattle, or anywhere near it, Go See Proof. NOW. (Well, tomorrow. Or next weekend. But SEE IT.)
Ahh, it was so amazingly fabulous! Shana was INCREDIBLE. Well, amazing. Awesome. (See, "incredible" means "unbelievable"--but it wasn't. Because I knew she was fantastic. But it's still wonderful to see.) We went outside at intermission and couldn't really breathe, we just sort of weebled for a while and then mobbed Shana afterwards. And there was about eight minutes of standing ovation, and if the reviewer who was there doesn't give it a good review, Anneka and I are marching down to the offices and kicking some (and I quote) "reviewer ass." (I said, call me when you go, I want to come; and Naka says, with perfect timing, "yes! ...we can carpool.")
So. Yeah. It was FABULOUS. Anna kept saying she was so proud of Shana, and how that was silly, because we're the students I guess, but it really is true. It's the other way around for so much of the time; I haven't seen her onstage since Merry Wives (has she been onstage since then? I don't think so), and it was amazing. A whole other side of her, because she's an actor when she's directing but it's different, when she's onstage. Gah. So awesome. A quiet, intimate sort of awesome. Works well at the Bathhouse. The awesomeness isn't flashy and huge, it sort of creeps up on you and you spend the show breathless because it's so incredible. Mmmm.
(I know what you mean, Claire, about being speechless. I managed to make a whole paragraph out of speechlessness. Go me.)
So: Proof (starring our own Shana Bestock), running from now until Halloween, Thu-Sun, at SPT at the Bathhouse. Go see.
Yesterday night after the pizza dinner with the second years (fun, but not much happened), after we hung around the bistro for a while, Laura, Mike, Kareem and I went to I Heart Huckabees at the Egyptian. I loved it. Go see that too. Hee...oh, it was funny...utterly confusing and bizarre (Kareem afterwards: "I have no idea what the fuck that was about..."), but fabulous all the same.
And then Kareem and I went to Laura's room and we sat around and drank hot chocolate (with marshmallows in!) and listened to music and talked until we nearly fell asleep. It was a different atmosphere than when I stay up late with people I know...less intimate, a little more awkward, but potentially brilliant.
Also Vergil is annoying. And this anonymous pupil of Aristotle who is writing the Athenian Constitution (apparently) is much more boring than Aristotle in the Ethics. Argh. Besides that, and the bloody term paper I have to write, school is good. Hehe. Yeah. Pretty good.
But Proof...brilliance!
Ahh, it was so amazingly fabulous! Shana was INCREDIBLE. Well, amazing. Awesome. (See, "incredible" means "unbelievable"--but it wasn't. Because I knew she was fantastic. But it's still wonderful to see.) We went outside at intermission and couldn't really breathe, we just sort of weebled for a while and then mobbed Shana afterwards. And there was about eight minutes of standing ovation, and if the reviewer who was there doesn't give it a good review, Anneka and I are marching down to the offices and kicking some (and I quote) "reviewer ass." (I said, call me when you go, I want to come; and Naka says, with perfect timing, "yes! ...we can carpool.")
So. Yeah. It was FABULOUS. Anna kept saying she was so proud of Shana, and how that was silly, because we're the students I guess, but it really is true. It's the other way around for so much of the time; I haven't seen her onstage since Merry Wives (has she been onstage since then? I don't think so), and it was amazing. A whole other side of her, because she's an actor when she's directing but it's different, when she's onstage. Gah. So awesome. A quiet, intimate sort of awesome. Works well at the Bathhouse. The awesomeness isn't flashy and huge, it sort of creeps up on you and you spend the show breathless because it's so incredible. Mmmm.
(I know what you mean, Claire, about being speechless. I managed to make a whole paragraph out of speechlessness. Go me.)
So: Proof (starring our own Shana Bestock), running from now until Halloween, Thu-Sun, at SPT at the Bathhouse. Go see.
Yesterday night after the pizza dinner with the second years (fun, but not much happened), after we hung around the bistro for a while, Laura, Mike, Kareem and I went to I Heart Huckabees at the Egyptian. I loved it. Go see that too. Hee...oh, it was funny...utterly confusing and bizarre (Kareem afterwards: "I have no idea what the fuck that was about..."), but fabulous all the same.
And then Kareem and I went to Laura's room and we sat around and drank hot chocolate (with marshmallows in!) and listened to music and talked until we nearly fell asleep. It was a different atmosphere than when I stay up late with people I know...less intimate, a little more awkward, but potentially brilliant.
Also Vergil is annoying. And this anonymous pupil of Aristotle who is writing the Athenian Constitution (apparently) is much more boring than Aristotle in the Ethics. Argh. Besides that, and the bloody term paper I have to write, school is good. Hehe. Yeah. Pretty good.
But Proof...brilliance!
