The other reviewers aren't happy with me because I scored the experimental all-male Midsummer Night's Dream from acclaimed company Propeller. What a manly name! And they do all have very butch voices and are wearing tights so tight and white nobody's manhood is going to be in question tonight. It's all floaty and white and a little bit abstract, like Derek Jarman back when he didn't have much budget (yes, stop whining, I know you never had much budget), and has the same air of trembling on the edge of something decidedly homosexual happening. Everyone primps and shouts and flashes their pants as they slip in and out of tutus and workbelts and skirts and rather nice coats. What sparkly shoes they have! What twinkly toes! And then with a flip of a sheet the king and queen of the fairies are reavealed to have been on stage all along! Oberon is dressed as Richard O'Brien, Titania as Frank N Furter (one of the more covering costumes) and everyone visibly relaxes; I suppose they can stop worrying about being too suggestive, now, the cat's out of the bag! And Peaseblossom can paw Bottom's enormous dangling knitted comedy cock, and Helena can strop and camp as hard as Jack Lemmon in Some Like it Hot, and Puck can prance and pirouette because we're all fairies here (the nice old chap next to me snorts and his lady companion sniggers). I can't write any of this in my review.
7DW Tuesday - Proving the google minicomic/there are fairies everywhere!
The other reviewers aren't happy with me because I scored the experimental all-male Midsummer Night's Dream from acclaimed company Propeller. What a manly name! And they do all have very butch voices and are wearing tights so tight and white nobody's manhood is going to be in question tonight. It's all floaty and white and a little bit abstract, like Derek Jarman back when he didn't have much budget (yes, stop whining, I know you never had much budget), and has the same air of trembling on the edge of something decidedly homosexual happening. Everyone primps and shouts and flashes their pants as they slip in and out of tutus and workbelts and skirts and rather nice coats. What sparkly shoes they have! What twinkly toes! And then with a flip of a sheet the king and queen of the fairies are reavealed to have been on stage all along! Oberon is dressed as Richard O'Brien, Titania as Frank N Furter (one of the more covering costumes) and everyone visibly relaxes; I suppose they can stop worrying about being too suggestive, now, the cat's out of the bag! And Peaseblossom can paw Bottom's enormous dangling knitted comedy cock, and Helena can strop and camp as hard as Jack Lemmon in Some Like it Hot, and Puck can prance and pirouette because we're all fairies here (the nice old chap next to me snorts and his lady companion sniggers). I can't write any of this in my review.
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