Maybe the acting was terrible on purpose? Maybe it was a sitcom parody of the “American Republican family?” … (Do characters keep their heads up their asses if there’s no audience to yawn? Apparently they do.)
God of Carnage, as presented by Players of Utica, is a production with more substance to it than it lets on. The relative brevity and smaller cast do not detract from the potency of the piece. On the contrary, it is a tidy package that is full of laughs and real, awkward moments to which we can relate more than we might care to admit.
Awesome use of superlatives; also, wisely differentiates between “opinion” and “official” pronouncements. The writer clearly has anger issues but apologizes, a welcome folksy touch. Concludes with hope, something too many critics neglect (although said hope might arguably be more clearly communicated with the interrogative possessive pronoun “whose;” still, it is unlikely the target audience will be confused.)
POEM: Opening Night
NEWS: God of Carnage
MOVIES: Going Clear
SOUND COLLAGE: Three.3
ESSAY: Struggling With Christianity
Cold hot panic
Rushing thought bubbles
Easing in find the voice
Never let them see you shake
Alex Gibney’s documentary Going Clear: Scientology and the Prison of Belief, based on Lawrence Wright’s 2013 book, has the potential to rock your world. Although South Park’s brilliant Trapped in the Closet already covered the same ground, Going Clear features stellar interviews with a handful of ex-Scientologists. If a 21-minute cartoon parody doesn’t convince you that Scientology is batshit crazy, see this film. Beware: by the end, you’ll question a lot more than just Scientology.
Eighth in a series of “throwback” posts. The Godfather is the movie that sparked my interest in criticism. When I saw it, I went to the library and started reading volumes from the Contemporary Literary Criticism series. This might be my first written review – in any case, it’s the earliest one I still have.
I was in the middle of a monologue when my lines disappeared, erased from my brain like a computer disc by a magnet. Time stretched and indecision congealed; in that moment I couldn’t have told you the name of the play, let alone what I was supposed to say next.
Mysteries are tricky – like farce, the mix of ingredients and the clockwork progression must be precise. Most elements aren’t as they seem at the beginning, and the pleasure for the audience lies in solving the puzzle as things unfold. While a novel has the comparative luxury of making sure every piece is just right, a live production is complicated by technical limitations (lighting, sound and set), and especially by the actors: flubbed lines and inconsistent accents can irretrievably alter the recipe.
HUMOR: Sex Miseducation
MOVIES: The Commitments
POEM: New
SONG: Johnny B. Goode
MEMOIR: A Theatrical Romance
