October 14th, 2011

[theatre] bright young things

whiplash girl-child in the dark

JESUS H.

So I just saw Venus in Fur and oh my god I am in love I want to see it all of the times. I mean, I am going back—I didn't have my glasses! Sad nearsighted girl in the balcony, couldn't delineate the details of facial expression, AND STILL I MANAGED TO HAVE ONE OF THE MOST INTENSE VISCERAL THEATER REACTIONS SINCE...Arcadia 2009, quite possibly. (NO HANG ON, ALL'S WELL—but my point is, it's up there, instantly immortal to me.) Verrrrrrrry different reaction that that was—I literally screeched quietly in my seat, in glee, at the ending. SO TENSE SO SEXY SO UNPREDICTABLE SO MUCH AND SO VERY MANY THINGS I LOVED, and I left that theater shaking and I walked five blocks in the wrong direction before I realised that I'd got turned around by my own discombobulation and then spent the next half hour sitting in Starbucks, drinking water and histrionically texting oldstarnewshine.

God.

This play.

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I WANT TO GO BACK, I'M GOING TO GO BACK, I'M GOING TO GO BACK ALL OF THE TIMES AND I AM GOING TO TAKE PEOPLE WITH ME AND I AM GOING TO CLAW THEIR ARMS OFF AND THEY ARE GOING TO FORGIVE ME BECAUSE THIS PLAY.

THIS PLAY.

(Sometimes I question whether or not I'm fully actualizing my existence. And then I see decent theater.)