Feb. 19th, 2007

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Yesterday I went to the last performance of ASP's The Winter's Tale (Shakespeare) at the Cambridge Multicultural Arts Center. As I have come to expect from them, it was a wonderful show.

The theater space is gorgeous, with a high, gorgeously-decorated ceiling and a balcony (photo on right) on four sides. The stage was a square space in the center, the audience on all sides (though only a single row along the long sides). There was a musician in one corner, who ranged from bongoes to eerie sounds from a keyboard. There were a couple of props, but mostly it was the space, hung with a few banners, and the lights, the actors, and the play itself.

I tend to forget between times how dark the first half of the play is, all growing jealousy and rage, while the second half is so frothy until the very end.

I was impressed with how 'exit, chased by bear' was handled: black-clothed actors waving large green paper 'leaves' for their crinkly sounds, coalescing into a scary mass and chasing Antigonus offstage, then immediately returning as individual sheep crawling about.

There are, as usual, bits of the play I'm less than happy with: the reports of reconciliation, rather than showing it, which never feels quite right, and Paulina's randomly being married off to Camillo at the end, to have a full complement of happy couples.

There was a talk-back session afterward, which included discussion as to whether the statue of Hermione truly came to life, or Paulina had told the king of her death too soon. The actors had discussed it, and decided that both were true, that Hermione was as one dead through grief, and it can take a very long time to find one's way to forgiveness and the chance for reconciliation. I lean towards the death-in-grief idea myself, because the rest of the play is not one rife with miracles (unless Apollo's oracle is considered such, though that feels more in line with how their world works (though this oracle is far more clear than any classical oracle I've heard of)). Someone also asked about the very ending moments of the play: after everyone else has left, Leontes kisses Hermione, who then returns to her pedestal to pick up the teddy bear already established as Mamillus'. She brings it to Leontes, who holds it for a long moment, accepting the memories, before they walk out together. I thought it was a lovely addition, an acknowledgement that forgiveness can happen, but without losing the past.

Random: John Kuntz still rocks my world; he's such an impressive actor. This time he was a rapscallion of a saxophone-playing Autolycus; I loved his costumes, which tended towards the more fanciful (including sparkly painted shoes!). I was amused to realize that Polixenes' simple circlet, metal and black, was a zipper (it totally worked, strangely enough). It was interesting to have the music emphasize the jealousy, though there were times, especially when an actor faced away from me, that it make it harder to understand. Both this play and Hamlet have had African-American actors, and I noticed that the audience colors were more varied as well, compared to earlier (= whiter) shows (or at least, at the performances I was at). I enjoyed the harvest-party scene, with all the music, dancing, and garlands.

And I keep circling back to the idea that this play is a foil to Othello, showing how overwhelming jealousy can be redeemed, eventually, though not without some loss. This was perhaps emphasized by Leontes being played by an African-American actor, while Hermione was white.

I didn't think I'd say this, but I'm looking forward to Titus Andronicus, to see how their all-male cast does it.

Also upcoming: Tom Stoppard's Indian Ink at the BCA, June 15-30. Yay, more Stoppard!

Sunday

Feb. 19th, 2007 09:32 am
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+ Clearing most of my sidewalk with that mighty ice-clearing tool, the workboot. We'd run out of ice melt stuff Friday, but the ice was riddled enough that I could hit it with my heel, and the newly-exposed edges got more amenable to breakage by the time I'd worked my way back to them. It took over an hour, but it was incredibly satisfying.
- Wet workboots and socks.
- Not making it to yoga class at the gym.
+ Clearing my car off.
- Not being able to free my car from the ice below it.
+ French toast from snazzy breads (green olive and hot cherry pepper; cranberry, orange, and pistachio).
- Setting off the smoke detector while doing so. I turned on the fan above the stovetop, opened the door to the porch and a window, set up another fan, and Theora kindly fanned the smoke detector, and it eventually calmed down, enough so that I could close the door before too many flakes from the snow shower made their way in.
+ Returning a futon to Queue.
- Trying to figure out what to put in that space instead.
- Not having (or perhaps not knowing where I have) allen wrenches.
+ Making it to the play in time.
- Not walking there.
+ Walking back.
+ Seeing the play with Breedingimperf and Carolyn (who also ran into a high school friend and her aunt).
+ Staying for the talkback session.
- The closest of my bank's ATMs is broken, long enough to have acquired a number of annoyed notes on the official notice.
+ Making dinner for two (including the green salad I didn't get around to on Shabbat with sunflower seeds instead of nuts; it's a keeper).
- Salt notwithstanding, car still persisting in the state of car-sicle.
+ More time to talk, walking.
+ Being walked back as well.
- Not making it to the gathering I'd planned to attend afterward, given the car issue and the location.
- Realizing that something's gone wrong with my thermostat, since I can't override the current settings (my usual plan is to keep it cool, then override when I'm actually home). Not sure whether replacing the batteries will do it (since there's no 'replace batteries' warning on), but that's first line of defense. Until then, even more layers than usual...

Though it might not look like it, on balance, it was a pretty good day. If I can't get my car out, I am inconvenienced today, but won't need it until next week after that, so I can hope it'll melt by then.

edit and one weird thing: pulling a whole toothpick out of my sock.

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