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keladry_lupinSo I went a second time. So sue me. I wanted Mom to enjoy it, and I wanted to experience it again. I'm one of those people who watches a movie or reads a book a dozen times. I enjoy it the first time to get a basic overview: characters and plot and such. Then I go back and absorb some of the details I didn't pay attention to the first time. Then I go back and find more. And more. And more.
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elise_wanderer is a damned good actor. I think a tiny bit of what I'm about to say is due to the transient nature of this play, but you can tell she's loving every moment of this. She glows up there, even when she has a scowl on her face and her posture slumps over suddenly. It's such a delight to see. And she's such fun to talk to, too; it's always lovely to chat with actors and artists and other creative people. I'm not saying accountants are dull as tombs -- Dad would be insulted -- but there's something so much more fun about people who reach into themselves and present something personal for the rest of us to enjoy and appreciate. No matter what the part is, though, she loves what she does, she's good at it, and it shows.
Tonight's Aldonza is Julia Migines, and she was very different from Valerie Perin (sp?), who I saw on Saturday. Her voice was lower and sexier and a bit rougher, but there's a tenderness -- even when she's angry or irritated -- that helps explain why she leaves our hero and then turns back, then leaves and turns back again. I liked Julia a little better, but it's like comparing one diamond to another, really.
Brent. *happy sigh* So cute. Never sexy (on stage), but he conveys that childlike idealism that makes you believe he's both wise and completely mad at the same time. And it's hilarious when Cervantes is describing Quijana; he kind of bends over, putting his hands to his head while describing the madness, and when he straightens enough to see his face, his hair is sticking up all over and his eyes are bulging with wild fervor. Second best laugh of the night (Elise gets the very best laugh when she starts singing). And I stand by what I said before: when he starts talking, you hear Data. (Can't help it; it's just there.) But when he starts to sing, you forget Data and Brent Spiner and every other role he's ever played and only know Cervantes/Quijana for the rest of the performance.
Mom loved it. She and I were both kind of lethargic on our way to the theater -- we were both tired after a long day -- but coming out was a complete 180. All the way to the car and then all the way to her place, we yapped and squeed and discussed the play, the story, the message, the music, the performances, and the actors. I could go back every single night and watch it again and enjoy it more every time and not tire of it, but I think Wendy would get annoyed and Brent might think I was stalking him. (Or vice versa.)
Who is she really: Aldonza or Dulcinea? Did Quijana build her up only to let her fall, or did he show her that she could fly all along? It makes me wonder what happened after he died; did she embrace the ideals he taught her enough for her to live them for the rest of her life, or did they become a nightmare she'd eventually become desperate to forget? And what about him? Did his madness conceal who he truly was, or did it allow him to be his true self? Is truth in the eye of the beholder, or do we have to decide it for ourselves?
elise_wanderer is a damned good actor. I think a tiny bit of what I'm about to say is due to the transient nature of this play, but you can tell she's loving every moment of this. She glows up there, even when she has a scowl on her face and her posture slumps over suddenly. It's such a delight to see. And she's such fun to talk to, too; it's always lovely to chat with actors and artists and other creative people. I'm not saying accountants are dull as tombs -- Dad would be insulted -- but there's something so much more fun about people who reach into themselves and present something personal for the rest of us to enjoy and appreciate. No matter what the part is, though, she loves what she does, she's good at it, and it shows.Tonight's Aldonza is Julia Migines, and she was very different from Valerie Perin (sp?), who I saw on Saturday. Her voice was lower and sexier and a bit rougher, but there's a tenderness -- even when she's angry or irritated -- that helps explain why she leaves our hero and then turns back, then leaves and turns back again. I liked Julia a little better, but it's like comparing one diamond to another, really.
Brent. *happy sigh* So cute. Never sexy (on stage), but he conveys that childlike idealism that makes you believe he's both wise and completely mad at the same time. And it's hilarious when Cervantes is describing Quijana; he kind of bends over, putting his hands to his head while describing the madness, and when he straightens enough to see his face, his hair is sticking up all over and his eyes are bulging with wild fervor. Second best laugh of the night (Elise gets the very best laugh when she starts singing). And I stand by what I said before: when he starts talking, you hear Data. (Can't help it; it's just there.) But when he starts to sing, you forget Data and Brent Spiner and every other role he's ever played and only know Cervantes/Quijana for the rest of the performance.
Mom loved it. She and I were both kind of lethargic on our way to the theater -- we were both tired after a long day -- but coming out was a complete 180. All the way to the car and then all the way to her place, we yapped and squeed and discussed the play, the story, the message, the music, the performances, and the actors. I could go back every single night and watch it again and enjoy it more every time and not tire of it, but I think Wendy would get annoyed and Brent might think I was stalking him. (Or vice versa.)
Who is she really: Aldonza or Dulcinea? Did Quijana build her up only to let her fall, or did he show her that she could fly all along? It makes me wonder what happened after he died; did she embrace the ideals he taught her enough for her to live them for the rest of her life, or did they become a nightmare she'd eventually become desperate to forget? And what about him? Did his madness conceal who he truly was, or did it allow him to be his true self? Is truth in the eye of the beholder, or do we have to decide it for ourselves?
