Showing posts with label play. Show all posts
Showing posts with label play. Show all posts

Sunday, July 1, 2012

Melancholia


The woman on the moon is being forced to the earth

she's brought with her, cheese curds in her breasts


her milky breasts dripping tears of her temper --

Gentle Ophelia, she of crazy hormones.


Why not end a world with a cosmic bang

why not go down with a stymied prince


a secret assassination first, R and G, the stab

through the arras, you, he, and a whole world, boom.


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Thursday, December 2, 2010

The Homecoming


This filmed Harold Pinter play was shown on PBS years ago, in the 70s.  

Despite being 'film', it gives itself away clearly as 'stage', 'theater', an art more highly dependent on actorial talent and most especially, on words.  Rarely does a movie script contain anything like poetry.  Not infrequently, drama contains ample amounts of it.  Certainly Pinter.

Despite our recent generation or two (or three) having their enthusiasm dedicated to cinema, look at what movies miss:  charged, in-your-face, real emotional conflict.

This clip handles two adjacent scenes, the first between Ian Holm and Vivian Merchant, the second between Holm and Paul Rogers.  The play itself, housing 4 men and a woman, lets us know who the outnumbered actually are.  Hint:  it's not the one who doesn't wear trousers.

You won't regret watching this.  The eight minutes you spend will spark your evening.


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