Tuesday, December 6, 2016

Play Review of the School Musical

Look, I have to do this for my AP English class. Don't be too mad at me for letting your hopes down. I'm also fully aware of the extreme indents at the beginning of each paragraph. That's what happens when you copy and paste from a Google Doc.
Last year, Taylorsville High School’s musical was Once on This Island.  While impressively put on and talently performed, it could really be described in one word: depressing.  So this year, upon preparing to see this year’s production of Kiss Me, Kate (written by Samuel and Bella Spewack with lyrics and music by Cole Porter), I unconsciously prepared myself for another downer, albeit a well-performed one.  Imagine my surprise when I actually laughed for quite a bit of the show.
The acting was really impressive.  The two leads were especially good at some of the quick or extreme moods their characters (or even their characters’ characters) were feeling.  They also played very well off each other, fitting perfectly into their roles.  The other leads were obviously having a lot of fun with their parts and exhibited that well through their spot-on acting.  They weren’t over-the-top but weren’t too subtle either, seamlessly becoming their characters.  The ensemble wasn’t silly (as many ensembles tend to be) and filled their parts with the quiet acting needed for such a role (for it truly is a role).
The sets were colorful (again a contrast to last year) and helped bring the audience into the story instead of the other way around.  However, there were a couple that were on the border of being distracting.  It was nothing too serious, but there were a few that were just a little much.  They seemed very well put-together and obviously had effort put into them.
The music was by far my favorite part.  The songs were either fun and catchy or emotionally stirring, and either was pleasing.  All of the actors had wonderful voices and there were hardly any times when one person would stick out.  The orchestra did an excellent job.  Live music is difficult, especially when you’ve only been practicing together for a few of the rehearsals--but you wouldn’t have guessed that just by listening.  One complaint about the music is that some of the songs were way long, which in and of itself wouldn’t bother me, but it was the slightly annoying songs that didn’t have anything to do with the story that were dragged on.  There were multiple songs that would “end,” the audience would applaud, and then it would start up again and play for just as long as before.  Besides that, the music was great.  Of course, if you had asked me what the lyrics were, I would only be able to respond with a blank look.
The microphones were awful.  When they weren’t cutting out, they sounded extremely muffled or even had that horrible screechy feedback (although the latter was considerably more scarce).  It was very hard to understand what was being said, especially during the songs.  The dialogue was a little bit better, but only because you could hear every one in three words instead of every one in five.
If you’re one of those people that’s sitting on the edge of your seat, pleading with me to talk about the lights, you are about to be severely disappointed because I do not pay attention to lights whatsoever.  I could see the actors.  There were spotlights sometimes and it went dark sometimes.  That’s all I can tell you.  I’m fully aware that lighting is important, but I don’t care enough to take notes.
The costumes were...realistic?  I don’t know what you expect me to say.  The actors were fully clothed (hey, some characters last year were only half so).  Their outfits seemed to fit well with the time periods being portrayed.  The end.
Now, the basic storyline of Kiss Me, Kate.  Two actors, Fred Graham and Lilli Vanessi, were once married (and now no longer are) but are performing Shakespeare’s The Taming of the Shrew.  Lilli is engaged to some general, but she and Fred kind of start falling for each other again until Fred sends the--What’s a good word?--tramp of the story, Lois Lane, a tender note of affection and Lilli’s wedding bouquet, both of which Lilli thinks are hers until she reads the note.  They eventually realize that the play is a lot like their current life.  At least, that’s the important storyline.  (Remember the microphone issue?)  Then there were gangsters showing up for some reason (don’t worry, they were my favorites), the tramp looks like she’s going to play a big part and then doesn’t, her boyfriend wants to marry despite knowing she’s a tramp, and Lilli’s general boyfriend comes out of nowhere and does absolutely nothing.  As far as I can tell, that is all that happened.
So, what makes a good theater production?  According to me, at least, a good theater production needs good talent but also good attitudes.  There ought to be minimal technical difficulties, memorization problems, and otherwise other bloopers.  The time and effort put in should be impressive, not distracting.  It should be fun (notice I didn’t say funny) and interesting to watch.  It shouldn’t be too overly dramatic.  Really, I just want everyone involved to look like they’re enjoying it.  All of the above applied to Kiss Me, Kate, even with the annoying sound problems.  I would give it at least four stars.  It was definitely worth seeing.
Well, I hope that was informative.
I hope your day is as awesome as you.

Friday, December 2, 2016

A Note to My Readers

     Hello, everyone--you know what, can I just say how annoying it is that I can't greet you by time of day?  I can't say "Morning, everybody," or "Afternoon, my friends," or "Evening, good people."  None of that!
     And you know why?
     Because you could possibly read this at a different time of day than I'm writing, and if the first thing you read on my blog is "Evening, good people," but it's 9:00am for you, that will send a subliminal message that I care more about my time than yours, not to mention send another subliminal message that if you're not reading this in the evening, you do not fall under the category of "good people."  So, I have to pander to you--you, who has a far too sensitive mind that can make up intentions of other people based on the words they use.  What a mess.
     Don't get me wrong: I think you're great.  But there are certain words and phrases that I like to use, and when I can't use them because it won't work with someone, it's annoying.  But hey, at least I can use words like "chill" and "dang it."  Because if those were scratched off my list, I'd be a very boring and angry person.
     I mean, it's especially frustrating because I don't even know some of the people who read my blog.  I have to bend down to the perceptive minds of people I probably will never meet.  (Seriously, the amount of pageviews I get from France is astonishing.)
     That's my biggest problem with a blog.  It's public, so I have to keep that in mind as I'm writing.  I would never write down anything even remotely private about myself on here.  And that's annoying because I need to put my thoughts where I can see them.  Don't get me wrong: I write down my private thoughts.  But quite honestly, I feel that this blog is more for me than anyone else.  It doesn't make much sense, I know: Why would I want to write my private thoughts on a blog, regardless of privacy?  How is it different from writing it anywhere else?
     I guess it has more to do with my philosophy that a blog is a place where you can do more than just write out your thoughts; you can put them on display with glowing lights and draped with curtains.  A blog, let's face it, is a little more open to creativity than a Word document, no matter what borders and ClipArt you use.
     So, if there was a way for me to publish my blog but not really publish it, it would be ideal.  If there was absolutely no way that anyone could ever read my blog, I'd jump for the opportunity.  I don't like feeling vulnerable.  (Note to my AP English teacher who I am sure is reading this: I understand that that is your point, but I certainly don't like it.)
     But, my blog is not private.  I am not assigned to post weekly to myself.  I have to put myself (and my blog) out there to be published.  I need my name to become something more official than just the words that mean me.  And how do I do that?
     You.
     You, who I've actually kind of done a lot of complaining about, I just realized.  Ouch.  Feel free to take it personally.
     You, who may not even know who I am.  You, who could be a psycho--whether it be in serial killer form or chocolate-hater form.  You, who might not even understand a word I write (I know I'm crazy and that my writing is sporadic as heck--I have come to terms with my spastic writing nature).
     Thanks.
     I know, that was terribly touching and you've been moved to tears.  Stop it.  That's not a good reason to have water leaking out of your face.
     Anyway...I think this is a lot of fun.  I like having a blog.  I like being able to write random stuff in a place where random writings are expected.  I like that I can write out my sarcastic things instead of just letting them stew inside my mind (or popping out at bad moments).  I like that I can sit comfortably and type out my thoughts (not the private ones) and throw them onto a blank white sheet like an organized mess of paint splatters.  (See, that doesn't make any sense.  I'm telling you I'm insane.)
     Heavens.  Look at me.  I'm actually trying to convince you that my mental state is far more removed than a normal human being's.  There's something wrong with me.
     But you know, I'm cool with that.  I have no problem with being seen as weird or crazy.  In fact, I take it as a high compliment indeed.  Because if I'm being so different that people actually take notice, then I'm doing something right.  Because life isn't about how well you can hide.  Hide-and-seek is only fun because you have a seeker.
     Flying under the radar isn't a problem until there is nothing else you focus on.  If you're so obsessed with going with the flow that thinking of breaking out is immense stress, you are doing something wrong.  I'm an introvert (and proud of it), but even I can recognize the importance of stepping out of the comfort zone for an evening stroll once in a while.
     After all, if I decided to never let my introvert nature drop, I wouldn't be writing this blog.  I wouldn't be able to grace your--gosh flippin' dang it, I can't use time again.  Fine...I wouldn't be able to grace any generic time of your day with my words of wisdom and fun personality.  (Come on, you know full well that it's true.)
     Well, fun as this was, I think it's gone on long enough.  I think it's about time you returned to more immediate and pressing matters, correct?  Do your homework, eat something, use the bathroom, call a friend, take a walk, hang out with your family--because as much as I think both of us would like to deny it, we do have lives outside of this blog, and they're a little less permanent.
     I hope your day is as awesome as you.