Huh?
If you've seen the play "Breakfast Lunch and Dinner" could you please report back to me. I need to know what the hell happened at the end. I mean are we talking death or something?
Not a spoiler, I promise you. Because I really don't know and I don't expect you will either.
Mind you, I have no problem with experimental theater ('scuse me theatRE) but I have to have my Experimental Theatre Hat on. I didn't and why would I? The play seemed just like any sitcom sort of an event until the middle--boom. There we are with allegories and symbols and all the rest. Or so I guess.
I'm glad I went because I need to get out of my mass-market rut now and then.
Other news. There isn't much except I'm whining a lot in the real world. Ugh.
Details or, as we in the whine trade call it, TMI:
Someday soon I'm going to beg for someone to pump me up like a bicycle tire and set my insides on fire. Hey, that's what those endo procedures look like. I've watched them. Years ago, the doctor who did mine insisted on showing me the film of my guts. Full color and I could see the smoke rising. Omigod, it was the scariest movie since Psycho. And the dude was so proud because he'd just gotten the camera. He did another laparoscopy on me a couple of years later and was clearly disappointed when I refused his offer to show me the movie. I'll wait until it comes out in paperback. (I guess that would be the bill?)
Not a spoiler, I promise you. Because I really don't know and I don't expect you will either.
Mind you, I have no problem with experimental theater ('scuse me theatRE) but I have to have my Experimental Theatre Hat on. I didn't and why would I? The play seemed just like any sitcom sort of an event until the middle--boom. There we are with allegories and symbols and all the rest. Or so I guess.
I'm glad I went because I need to get out of my mass-market rut now and then.
Other news. There isn't much except I'm whining a lot in the real world. Ugh.
Details or, as we in the whine trade call it, TMI:
Someday soon I'm going to beg for someone to pump me up like a bicycle tire and set my insides on fire. Hey, that's what those endo procedures look like. I've watched them. Years ago, the doctor who did mine insisted on showing me the film of my guts. Full color and I could see the smoke rising. Omigod, it was the scariest movie since Psycho. And the dude was so proud because he'd just gotten the camera. He did another laparoscopy on me a couple of years later and was clearly disappointed when I refused his offer to show me the movie. I'll wait until it comes out in paperback. (I guess that would be the bill?)
I'm dense. I need an beginning, a middle, and an end.
ReplyDeleteI went to see Macbeth by Ionesco - Was pretty much lost, lol, even though I knew the story by heart.
The ending was dessert!
ReplyDeleteI have no idea what play you're talking about. Around here, all we get is My Fair Lady, Arsenic and Old Lace, South Pacific, and whatever else strikes the high school drama teacher's fancy.