That's the one way to describe my last two weekends. It seems everyone I know is in a play. So far this weekend I've seen my friend Matt in a murder mystery improv, my cousin Sarah in a musical, and soon I'll have to leave to see another friend in Les Miserables.
For the record, I'm sick of Les god damned Miserables. IT'S CALLED DIALOGUE, YOU AWFUL JACKASS! SAY WORDS! SINGING THEM TO THE SAME THREE GODDAMNED NOTES OVER AND OVER AGAIN IS INSIPID!
That's right. I'm trashing a cherished musical that many deem an essential masterpiece. Come back tommorrow to see me piss on Guernica, and rip into Milton. And for my encore I'll explain how Vivaldi was a witless hack.
but I've uh... gotta go
So yeah. I've said it before. You don't cast a musical if you don't have enough singers. And if you don't even have enough males to cast half of the male parts, you should probably think twice about that before have what sounds like an army of eunuchs singing "Do You Hear The People Sing." And for the record, you're not supposed to record those shows, and you're definately not supposed to sell the dvds. Also, you're failing your students if you don't teach them how to fill a theater without a mic.
That having been said, there were some good performances, my friend's included. Javert, Fantine, and Eponine were excellent as well. As were the whores.
There was just no good god damned reason to do that play.
And I'm wishing I had something else to talk about