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31 May So, at rehearsal yesterday we blocked the second scene, and if Polly would only do the goddamn new blocking, we'd be in clover! If she would remember her lines, that would be a treat as well, but you can't have everything in this life. Kirsten said that, for the rehearsal that we will have today, there will be no calling of lines, so Polly said "I guess we're going to have to look out for each other, then", meaning that I'm expected to know her lines and dig her out of any grave into which she falls. And of course I will, because I'm stuck up there too and I can't let the show die around me, but I fucking resent it.
Hung around afterwards and watched the show that was supposed to be paired with us, and instead is going up solo. And does it ever stink! Cynthia was really quite extraordinarily good, and not just in comparison with the loxes she is up there with, and a couple of the others give fine performances, but let's face it, there are some real horrors up there. One of them was not only appalling, but has the worst bio that I've seen this year. It begins: "At the present time I am someone to everyone who just isn't anyone who can help me out." Huh? I read the above several times and couldn't tell you what the hell it means for all the tea in China. So, not only can he not act at all, but he is clearly incapable of writing a recognizable English sentence!
Came home and got sucked into watching Jesus Christ Superstar, which is an absolutely hideous movie with about the worst Jesus ever put on film, but a good musical (I like Lloyd Weber, so shoot me!), so I sat up till all hours, cheerily singing along.
Hosanna Heysanna Sanna Sanna Ho
Jesus wept, diary-l has gotten dull! I swear, I have lasted though tons of flame wars and nastiness, but this latest bout of posts on Godzilla of all things just may make me unsub at last!
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