Kringle Kult
Dec. 2nd, 2003 02:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
magid[Damn. Just about finished this post, and stupidly erased it. Take two.]
It was beautiful snow this morning, light and fluffy, perfect for skiing, useless for snowballs. I wish I had more of a snow vocabulary, to distinguish different textures more easily. It was quick to brush the car off (once I realized the implement was under one of the seats, not in the trunk), but that was the last quick part of the commute. Really, though I can't complain, since I had back routes I used to get around the absolute worst of it, so it didn't take me too much longer than usual (unlike an orker who took almost 5 hours to get here). I hope the falling temps today don't leave us with more black ice.
Last night I went to the Boston Theatre Works (world premiere) of My Life with the Kringle Kult (by John Kuntz), and the house was sold out. The show has a character named Baroness Tinsel Von Shatzdoodle (with appropriate sound effects), an animated ball of bellybutton lint, many Brussels sprouts thrown into the audience, and three pies in the face, in addition to the real story of where Peeps come from. Really, what more could you want?
I'd not been to the Boston Center for the Arts before; there are a couple of different stages, so at the beginning of the show we were told that there might be drumming sounds from a production upstairs for world AIDS day. This stage was downstairs, with seating for perhaps 150 people on three sides of the stage.
The set included irregular stairs up to the door of Santa's office (Absolutely No Admittance), a variety of wooden boxes dressed as presents, a workbench, some flat decorated trees, and shelves with a variety of toys. I was tickled by the plastic menorah being placed next to the nun doll. In addition to the holiday lights and regular sorts of stage lights, Linty was illuminated some of the time, as was Santa's office. The sound was done very well, with sound effects and music (some of it not holiday music, even) both.
The plot. Well, the plot is an off-planet story, of Twinkle Kringle inducting the newest elf volunteers into Santa's village, explaining how no one sees Santa, but Santa sees all... And this works until an undercover reporter arrives to do an expose on Santa's cult, er, religion, on the night that Twinkle is finally going to get her Eternal Embrace from Santa (once appropriately scantily dressed). And things start to fall apart. It's a lot of (non-PG) fun, weaving together all sorts of off-color innuendo with classic carols and other familiar pieces, along with questions of belief in the face on an unresponsive figurehead, media domination, over-sexualization of society, etc. Just a little social commentary on the side, interspersed with laughter.
And because I can't resist, some more word sillinesses...
A lady of the evening who knows rock music and TV trivia: pop tart.
When Queue plays with dolls, it's a bar-b-que.
Strange how many places have rules about parasols; I wouldn't've thought it was a big enough problem to require umbrella policies...
It was beautiful snow this morning, light and fluffy, perfect for skiing, useless for snowballs. I wish I had more of a snow vocabulary, to distinguish different textures more easily. It was quick to brush the car off (once I realized the implement was under one of the seats, not in the trunk), but that was the last quick part of the commute. Really, though I can't complain, since I had back routes I used to get around the absolute worst of it, so it didn't take me too much longer than usual (unlike an orker who took almost 5 hours to get here). I hope the falling temps today don't leave us with more black ice.
Last night I went to the Boston Theatre Works (world premiere) of My Life with the Kringle Kult (by John Kuntz), and the house was sold out. The show has a character named Baroness Tinsel Von Shatzdoodle (with appropriate sound effects), an animated ball of bellybutton lint, many Brussels sprouts thrown into the audience, and three pies in the face, in addition to the real story of where Peeps come from. Really, what more could you want?
I'd not been to the Boston Center for the Arts before; there are a couple of different stages, so at the beginning of the show we were told that there might be drumming sounds from a production upstairs for world AIDS day. This stage was downstairs, with seating for perhaps 150 people on three sides of the stage.
The set included irregular stairs up to the door of Santa's office (Absolutely No Admittance), a variety of wooden boxes dressed as presents, a workbench, some flat decorated trees, and shelves with a variety of toys. I was tickled by the plastic menorah being placed next to the nun doll. In addition to the holiday lights and regular sorts of stage lights, Linty was illuminated some of the time, as was Santa's office. The sound was done very well, with sound effects and music (some of it not holiday music, even) both.
The plot. Well, the plot is an off-planet story, of Twinkle Kringle inducting the newest elf volunteers into Santa's village, explaining how no one sees Santa, but Santa sees all... And this works until an undercover reporter arrives to do an expose on Santa's cult, er, religion, on the night that Twinkle is finally going to get her Eternal Embrace from Santa (once appropriately scantily dressed). And things start to fall apart. It's a lot of (non-PG) fun, weaving together all sorts of off-color innuendo with classic carols and other familiar pieces, along with questions of belief in the face on an unresponsive figurehead, media domination, over-sexualization of society, etc. Just a little social commentary on the side, interspersed with laughter.
And because I can't resist, some more word sillinesses...
A lady of the evening who knows rock music and TV trivia: pop tart.
When Queue plays with dolls, it's a bar-b-que.
Strange how many places have rules about parasols; I wouldn't've thought it was a big enough problem to require umbrella policies...