June 30th, 2002

compton

525600 Minutes

So I went and saw Rent tonight. Since the sound track first came out, it's been one of my favorites. I think it's brilliantly written and just all around awesome.

I didn't NOT like tonight's show... but it was lacking.

First and foremost in direction... or at least in coherent direction, both theatrically and musically. The movement and choreography of the actors at times seemed contradictory to the music that was happening. Swing dancing during The Tango Maureen? Come on. And vocally, on many of the pieces, while the singing was technically VERY good, there was no meaning behind the words. They were singing words not emotions.

Maureen was the standout 'perfectly cast character'. She totally rocked the house.

Mark did a really good job with a character that doesn't HAVE all that much to work with.

Angel was good, as was Joanne.

Mimi had her moments, but there were some that were disappointing as well.

Tom... oh, what can I say about Tom? Extraordinarily disappointed doesn't even begin to cover it. The man had a nice voice, but it wasn't the right voice. *I* could have sang the part better, if only because I have the range to hit the notes that needed to be hit. He was also very uninspired, and went for jokey rather than serious, and Tom is one HELLUVA serious part.

All in all, the vocals lacked articulation. I know the score by heart, and there were points where I couldn't understand a thing. The sound folks need to work on their mixing better... the band was too overpowering, and there was a few minutes where the feedback got STUPID.

The direction, however, still bothers me the most. It just had no focus, or the WRONG focus. The set, while nice, was too busy, and much of the action got lost in it. The lighting would have been cool, had the set not screwed it up. Oh well, what can you do...

me
Sleep now...
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compton

To help you understand a little bit more about me...

"Your mother fell again today," said Dad.
"What?!"
"She didn't tell you?"
"No..." I replied. "What happened?"
"She was walking across the driveway and fell over and hit her head on the ground?"
"WHAT?! She just fell?"
"Yeah, here, talk to her."
"I did NOT just fall," Mom says, "I tripped over your father's garage shed thing for his damn Miata."
"You tripped over a garage?"
"Yeah, there's this two inch high lip where it attaches to the ground, then there's a bolt sticking up. My sneaker got caught on the bolt and I fell and hit my head on the cement."
"Did you go to the doctor?"
"No, I'm going tomorrow. Here's your father."
[Random computer chatter deleted]
"Okay," says I, "Go take care of your wife's head."
"She told you about that?"
Pause. "No, you did."
"I told you about my head?" he asks.
"YOUR head?"
"Yeah, I hit my head too."
"Jeezus Christ, what's wrong with you two? Did you fall?"
"No, I was stuck on the toilet."
Pause. "Excuse me?" asks I.
"You know, when your butt gets sweaty and you just stick there. So I launched myself forward to try to get up and bashed my head on the towel bar. Had to clean the blood off the wall."
"Oh... my... god..." is all I can say between the tears of laughter rolling down my face.
"And that's not the first time it's happened."

Just as a random note, my dad ALREADY has a $33,000 plastic skull from a horseback riding accident... and yes, days like this are par for the course in my family.
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