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Ashland was very nice. I didn't have a real chance to explore the city when I was there last time, as I had school that demanded my quick return. But the weather this time around was cool and breezy, with a bit of a downpour the first day. We spent the time when we weren't seeing plays walking and shopping and exploring Lithia Park and the like.
Love's Labour's Lost. Not one I had read, and now that I have seen it, it's not one of my favorites. Sorry if I just can't get past the cruel treatment the ladies gave their suitors. I would like a chance to read through it and grasp every little bit of fabulous word-play in there. I could only catch so much watching it.
Room Service. Not Shakespeare, but rather set in the 40s or thereabouts, about a play producer who is desperately trying to fool the hotel he is staying in into not kicking him out until he can get the play up on Broadway and therefore pay for his lodgings... and the lodgings of his 22 actors. ^__^ Funny, but didn't do much more than make me chuckle from time to time. I was a little let down.
Richard III. My favorite of Shakespeare's plays. I think seeing plays over and over again is interesting because it is different every time in a million different ways. I last saw this from an all-female cast in the Globe. And it just made such an impression on me... I think that performance is still my favorite because of how Queen Margaret was portrayed, the woman who played Richard (amazing), and just the haunting way the play progressed. The ghosts were scarier as well. However, I DID really like Margaret's costuming in Ashland, and the musical additions they added helped to bring forth the incredible circular nature of the War of the Roses: brothers and sisters and mothers and fathers and cousins and uncles and aunts killing each other left and right. Everyone who "ended a tyrant's rule" killed someone's child or lover or parent or sibling. Very sad. Very tragic. And very, very effective.
Oh yeah: and the punks cut out my favorite lines: "The lights burn blue. It is now dead midnight." *frowns*
Twelfth Night. This one I enjoyed the most. It's probably my favorite of the comedies, though A Midsummer Night's Dream pushes a close second. The gender switching was very well done, and the homoerotic tension was GREAT. I almost wanted Viola to just end up a boy anyway. ^_~ And then there was Andrew Aguecheek, brought to life by an actor who quickly became my favorite (he had roles in both the other comedies we saw as well). SO FUNNY. Oh. If you happen to be in Ashland, YOU CAN'T MISS THIS PLAY.
On the whole, the acting was superb, the costuming gorgeous and sumptuous, the wit and banter marvelously entertaining, and the experience wonderful. I love the Oregon Shakespeare Festival. I may have to make it a yearly tradition.
On the fic front, I have three stories in various stages of completeness. A fourth is half done, and the WIP I am working on is on its way. As for Simply Charming? Will someone PLEASE kick its ass and make it behave? It really has me at my wits' end.
Ashland was very nice. I didn't have a real chance to explore the city when I was there last time, as I had school that demanded my quick return. But the weather this time around was cool and breezy, with a bit of a downpour the first day. We spent the time when we weren't seeing plays walking and shopping and exploring Lithia Park and the like.
Love's Labour's Lost. Not one I had read, and now that I have seen it, it's not one of my favorites. Sorry if I just can't get past the cruel treatment the ladies gave their suitors. I would like a chance to read through it and grasp every little bit of fabulous word-play in there. I could only catch so much watching it.
Room Service. Not Shakespeare, but rather set in the 40s or thereabouts, about a play producer who is desperately trying to fool the hotel he is staying in into not kicking him out until he can get the play up on Broadway and therefore pay for his lodgings... and the lodgings of his 22 actors. ^__^ Funny, but didn't do much more than make me chuckle from time to time. I was a little let down.
Richard III. My favorite of Shakespeare's plays. I think seeing plays over and over again is interesting because it is different every time in a million different ways. I last saw this from an all-female cast in the Globe. And it just made such an impression on me... I think that performance is still my favorite because of how Queen Margaret was portrayed, the woman who played Richard (amazing), and just the haunting way the play progressed. The ghosts were scarier as well. However, I DID really like Margaret's costuming in Ashland, and the musical additions they added helped to bring forth the incredible circular nature of the War of the Roses: brothers and sisters and mothers and fathers and cousins and uncles and aunts killing each other left and right. Everyone who "ended a tyrant's rule" killed someone's child or lover or parent or sibling. Very sad. Very tragic. And very, very effective.
Oh yeah: and the punks cut out my favorite lines: "The lights burn blue. It is now dead midnight." *frowns*
Twelfth Night. This one I enjoyed the most. It's probably my favorite of the comedies, though A Midsummer Night's Dream pushes a close second. The gender switching was very well done, and the homoerotic tension was GREAT. I almost wanted Viola to just end up a boy anyway. ^_~ And then there was Andrew Aguecheek, brought to life by an actor who quickly became my favorite (he had roles in both the other comedies we saw as well). SO FUNNY. Oh. If you happen to be in Ashland, YOU CAN'T MISS THIS PLAY.
On the whole, the acting was superb, the costuming gorgeous and sumptuous, the wit and banter marvelously entertaining, and the experience wonderful. I love the Oregon Shakespeare Festival. I may have to make it a yearly tradition.
On the fic front, I have three stories in various stages of completeness. A fourth is half done, and the WIP I am working on is on its way. As for Simply Charming? Will someone PLEASE kick its ass and make it behave? It really has me at my wits' end.
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Date: 2005-09-27 02:13 pm (UTC)From:And Twelfth Night rocks my socks. I saw King Lear a few weeks ago... the ending was not very surprising :P (and they were singing 'die die diedie die, die die diedie die' throughout the play... eh-herm.)
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Date: 2005-09-27 07:23 pm (UTC)From:Yeah, King Lear is sort of like Hamlet in that respect: everyone kind of... well, dies at the end. And they seem to know it's coming too.
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Date: 2005-09-27 07:24 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2005-09-28 10:28 pm (UTC)From:Nice to have you home! *hugs*
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Date: 2005-09-29 02:06 pm (UTC)From:Glad to be back!
I am almost done with that mpreg I talked to you about... I will send it your way within a day or two.
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Date: 2005-09-29 02:14 pm (UTC)From:*loves*