and if I'm ever lost in time...
Apr. 4th, 2005 06:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
enthusiastickI caught a showing of Sin City on Friday... it was every bit as amazing and unbelievable as everyone else has said, so I won't bother repeating. I will say that Frank Miller obviously has some sort of unhealthy interest in wounding the male crotch. Apparently in Sin City people are only ever punched or stabbed in the face, gut or groin. C&BT fetish anyone?
Yesterday I hauled my butt all the way to Lewiston, Maine. I was there to visit with Jon Horowitz and James Getomer and to see the final showing of their one act play Time Cavern 2: Return to Time Cavern (although as it turns out that was only the final showing at Bates -- anyone in the region can catch it next week at the Bowdoin festival.) It was shown third in a festival of one acts that included two others, namely the Most Massive Woman Wins and Higher Noble Gases. I thought Time Cavern was far and away the most entertaining as well as the funniest, although Most Massive Woman isn't, in point of fact, a comedy.
The festival also included a series of monologues that I was surprised to discover were actually all columns from the Onion ("Where the Fuck is Diane With My Fair Trade Coffee?", "I Think We Should Fuck Other People", "Why Am I Always the One to Get Chlamydia?" and "Get Smooved".) The monologues were used, more or less, as palate cleansers between actual plays. The delivery was mediocre, although of course the material was excellent. One standout among the mediocrity was an actor by the name of Dane Cunningham who did as outstanding a job playing Smoove B as a white college kid in Maine is capable of. Although I agree with Jon that the placing of that particular monologue was extremely awkward. It came dead last, so after the barrage of applause for the final play a few audience members were clearly surprised when some guy walked out on stage.
I had a really excellent time visiting with Jon and James, however briefly. They live in a positively palatial dorm suite they've dubbed the Jungle Room (its actually the Jungle Room Mk II, as this is their second year living together) that comes complete with leopard-print throw pillows, fake vines and ferns all over the place and a really amazing three-tier homemade fountain. I'm glad I managed to get out to Bates before their senior year is over, and I have been invited back for a visit during the so-called "short term" when they will apparently mostly be partying. Good times.
The roof of my parents house is being replaced this week; it apparently started this morning while I was away and was in media res when I returned home this afternoon. That means that for the next few days there will be crews of workmen crawling all over the house, standing at eye level with the second floor windows and for at least another couple of days hammering away directly over my bedroom. Maybe I'll start sleeping in the basement.
Yesterday I hauled my butt all the way to Lewiston, Maine. I was there to visit with Jon Horowitz and James Getomer and to see the final showing of their one act play Time Cavern 2: Return to Time Cavern (although as it turns out that was only the final showing at Bates -- anyone in the region can catch it next week at the Bowdoin festival.) It was shown third in a festival of one acts that included two others, namely the Most Massive Woman Wins and Higher Noble Gases. I thought Time Cavern was far and away the most entertaining as well as the funniest, although Most Massive Woman isn't, in point of fact, a comedy.
The festival also included a series of monologues that I was surprised to discover were actually all columns from the Onion ("Where the Fuck is Diane With My Fair Trade Coffee?", "I Think We Should Fuck Other People", "Why Am I Always the One to Get Chlamydia?" and "Get Smooved".) The monologues were used, more or less, as palate cleansers between actual plays. The delivery was mediocre, although of course the material was excellent. One standout among the mediocrity was an actor by the name of Dane Cunningham who did as outstanding a job playing Smoove B as a white college kid in Maine is capable of. Although I agree with Jon that the placing of that particular monologue was extremely awkward. It came dead last, so after the barrage of applause for the final play a few audience members were clearly surprised when some guy walked out on stage.
I had a really excellent time visiting with Jon and James, however briefly. They live in a positively palatial dorm suite they've dubbed the Jungle Room (its actually the Jungle Room Mk II, as this is their second year living together) that comes complete with leopard-print throw pillows, fake vines and ferns all over the place and a really amazing three-tier homemade fountain. I'm glad I managed to get out to Bates before their senior year is over, and I have been invited back for a visit during the so-called "short term" when they will apparently mostly be partying. Good times.
The roof of my parents house is being replaced this week; it apparently started this morning while I was away and was in media res when I returned home this afternoon. That means that for the next few days there will be crews of workmen crawling all over the house, standing at eye level with the second floor windows and for at least another couple of days hammering away directly over my bedroom. Maybe I'll start sleeping in the basement.
