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Jul. 1st, 2007
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Jul. 1st, 2007 10:30 pmWell, I'm home again. :)
I saw Gaudy Night by Lifeline tonight, at Theatre On The Lake in the Fullerton area of the lakeshore. And it was...
*sighs*
Gaudy Night was adapted from the Dorothy Sayers book of the same name, the third in a series of four books about the relationship between Harriet Vane and Peter Wimsey. To those who like Harriet, it's considered one of Sayers' finest novels; to those who don't, the whole series is an annoyance. I fall into the camp that is fond of her, so I own Gaudy Night and have read it many times -- enough that I could tell when the play was taking dialogue directly from the book.
Although in an earlier post I gleefully asserted that it would probably be terrible, I went in with an open mind because I believe that in order to love theatre you do have to bring willingness with you -- willingness to hear the words, to suspend disbelief, but most importantly to love the story that's being told. That wasn't hard, as I do love the story of Peter Wimsey, both independent and in connection with Harriet. I wanted to like the play.
( There are so many problems. )
I saw Gaudy Night by Lifeline tonight, at Theatre On The Lake in the Fullerton area of the lakeshore. And it was...
*sighs*
Gaudy Night was adapted from the Dorothy Sayers book of the same name, the third in a series of four books about the relationship between Harriet Vane and Peter Wimsey. To those who like Harriet, it's considered one of Sayers' finest novels; to those who don't, the whole series is an annoyance. I fall into the camp that is fond of her, so I own Gaudy Night and have read it many times -- enough that I could tell when the play was taking dialogue directly from the book.
Although in an earlier post I gleefully asserted that it would probably be terrible, I went in with an open mind because I believe that in order to love theatre you do have to bring willingness with you -- willingness to hear the words, to suspend disbelief, but most importantly to love the story that's being told. That wasn't hard, as I do love the story of Peter Wimsey, both independent and in connection with Harriet. I wanted to like the play.
( There are so many problems. )
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Jul. 1st, 2007 11:37 pmToday was an amusing day at work.
Coworker C: I'm sorry, my phone cut out sir, could you repeat that? Mr...P-E-P-P-E-R? Thank you, sir.
Sam: *under his breath* That's SERGEANT Pepper to you!
Coworker C: *finishes call* *hangs up phone*
Sam: Did you just sell tickets to a Mr. Pepper?
Coworker C: He's a Doctor Pepper and he just asked me out on a DATE!
Sam: Thank you for calling the theatre box office, my name is Sam, how can I help you?
Patron: *long silence*
Sam: Hello?
Patron: I'm so sorry! I thought you were a recording, but you're real!
Coworker K: I wanted to tell her she's an idiot, but I used my inside voice. My inside-my-head voice.
Coworker M: Well. That was a whole cavalcade of stupid.
Coworker C: I'm sorry, my phone cut out sir, could you repeat that? Mr...P-E-P-P-E-R? Thank you, sir.
Sam: *under his breath* That's SERGEANT Pepper to you!
Coworker C: *finishes call* *hangs up phone*
Sam: Did you just sell tickets to a Mr. Pepper?
Coworker C: He's a Doctor Pepper and he just asked me out on a DATE!
Sam: Thank you for calling the theatre box office, my name is Sam, how can I help you?
Patron: *long silence*
Sam: Hello?
Patron: I'm so sorry! I thought you were a recording, but you're real!
Coworker K: I wanted to tell her she's an idiot, but I used my inside voice. My inside-my-head voice.
Coworker M: Well. That was a whole cavalcade of stupid.