Showing posts with label theater. Show all posts
Showing posts with label theater. Show all posts

Thursday, April 21, 2011

Art Means Work. Yes, Work.



This should open your eyes and interest you.  

What to those of us who are 'just plain folks', who believe in 'democratic arts', who may recognize that being called a 'philistine' is a slur, but simply show our social equality in return (Back at ya!) -- what to us appears as an elitist enterprise, ballet, really produces more sweat in a day than a lifetime of backyard barbecues and lawn-mowings.

This clip doesn't show it all:  the blisters and infected corns, the slipped discs, the exhaustion, the struggle just to be able to get a chance to suffer that way!  The schooling, the disciplined adolescence, the foregone 'outside' life, the forced 'early retirement' at 30 or -- if you're truly strong -- 40.  

The sheer physicality of it.

The mental grit needed for it.

Nils Tavernier's film of a decade ago, Etoiles: Dancers of the Paris Opera Ballet, honors the institution it views.

It should also raise the question:  How much guts do I have -- how much have I given?


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Sunday, December 12, 2010

The Age Of



Pinter Stoppard Mamet Albee Schaffer and Schaffer Gray and Gray Wilson Kushner Hare and Guare.



Obsessed with film as we are, no doubt that literature's still alive and it's in its plays, its moves and words.



(photograph: Dave Cornish)

Thursday, December 9, 2010

Therapy Fair




Laugh the circus comes near to cure the depressives

not able to resist the size an elephant brings

filling a human need for results that delight the child in us


And think of the control when threats roaring like a tent of tigers

get made to sit in place symmetrically to wear patterned

scarves like the one designed for our toys.


Had we prescribed this, they'd call us doc

Had we designed this, we'd be short-listed for a Nobel



(art work: Brian Stubler
http://beingstubler.blogspot.com/)

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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