Meanwhile, in present day Cork...
[Note to Cat: Feel free to bail out at any time.]
I don't know what it is about Irish playwrights but they all seem to be touched (in the good way).
The reason I haven't done a theater post in a while is because it's summertime and there isn't anything to see. During the summer, openings are few and far between. The theater community goes on automatic pilot and the season that ended in June plays itself out. The Fringe Festival is in full swing but it's so overwhelming, and so much of it is crap, that I tend to (so sorry) not bother. The free, star-studded Shakespeare in the Park series is not worth the effort. Anne Hathaway was suppose to be amazing in Twelfth Night but I can't be bothered to stand in line for 15+ hours just for a stupid play.
But this beauty (not part of the Fringe) was an unexpected delight. Two contemporary one-acts by Cork native Conal Creedon at the always reliable Irish Repertory, After Luke and When I was God. Fathers and sons, fathers and sons, fathers and sons. It never gets old and it will never exhaust itself. So good it's been extended through September 27th. So worth your time and money (Jason).
I love one-acts for the same reason I love short story collections; if the material sucks, just hang in there and a brand new story is moments away. But there's not a dead minute in either of these stories.
In Neil Genzlinger's review of Dance of the Seven Headed Mouse in the New York Times, he wrote that "...the play never really justifies its existence."
I don't know what it is about Irish playwrights but they all seem to be touched (in the good way).
The reason I haven't done a theater post in a while is because it's summertime and there isn't anything to see. During the summer, openings are few and far between. The theater community goes on automatic pilot and the season that ended in June plays itself out. The Fringe Festival is in full swing but it's so overwhelming, and so much of it is crap, that I tend to (so sorry) not bother. The free, star-studded Shakespeare in the Park series is not worth the effort. Anne Hathaway was suppose to be amazing in Twelfth Night but I can't be bothered to stand in line for 15+ hours just for a stupid play.
But this beauty (not part of the Fringe) was an unexpected delight. Two contemporary one-acts by Cork native Conal Creedon at the always reliable Irish Repertory, After Luke and When I was God. Fathers and sons, fathers and sons, fathers and sons. It never gets old and it will never exhaust itself. So good it's been extended through September 27th. So worth your time and money (Jason).
I love one-acts for the same reason I love short story collections; if the material sucks, just hang in there and a brand new story is moments away. But there's not a dead minute in either of these stories.
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Wow! That was kind of harsh! People don't realize how much work and expense goes into mounting a show. Even a bad one.
I wonder what Mr. Genzlinger has done to justify his existence? Fucking dipshit critics.
I wonder what Mr. Genzlinger has done to justify his existence? Fucking dipshit critics.
Labels: The Play's the Thing
posted by The Unbearable Banishment at
5:05 AM
4 Comments:
it's far from new but i recently saw toxic avenger the musical. i was pleasantly surprised by it and me and the wife had a blast. we did see it for free so that might have had something to do with it but nonetheless it was fun.
maybe give it a go if you can or have not seen it already. toxie is new jersey's first ever superhero after all...
Jason: Did you know that the music for that show was written by the keyboard player from Bon Jovi! WTF! Like he doesn't have enough money and success. Grrrr.
i knew someone from bon jovi wrote it. i looked on the playbill for jon's (bon jovi) name and then thought i was misinformed.
it's better than anything jon himself wrote anyway...
"15+ hours in line" to see a play? Some people will do anything for the price of Free.
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