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Aug. 4th, 2015 09:14 amso THAT was a thing
I took my family to see New Century Theater's Mr. Burns, a post-electric play, with music.
Did I write about this already? Al got fed up at the 2nd intermission and walked home a happy man. So he saw the act that was "shortly after the apocalypse" where a pile of people are trying to remember the Simpsons' Cape Feare episode. Which is both funny and deeply aggravating if you know, frex, Gilbert and Sullivan. Or, I guess, The Simpsons episodes. plus intermitent apocalypse, which is just depressing. He got the second act too, which was "seven years after" and was these people putting on some deeply peculiar stage show that had some simpsons and some "advertising" which seemed to be entirely a litany of things they were missing from before, like baths, and eating out, and wine, various name brand drinks and Diet coke. That was going well for me until one character had a temporary breakdown and then they all got shot.
Alice and Aerin and I stayed to the end - "75 years after that" - which was basically an operatic mashup of the Simpson's eipsode Cape Feare, and the two movies of Cape Fear, and some astonishing masks.
What I had forgotten is that post-apocalypse is generally pretty bleak.
What I had forgotten is that i have a limited attention span (I mean, I spend a lot of time in the Smith College theater trying to find balance in the excessively modern ceiling)
What I had forgotten is that I have a very very limited tolerance for stupid
What I had forgotten is that I worked my mental way through what felt like all the post-apocalypse scenarios where I survived when I was in college, and I feel SO OVER that now. Aside from being dead, i have a plan, and recreating theater from remembered Simpsons episodes is NOT A PART OF THAT PLAN.
I wanted it either to be a play, or to try to FIX things. Seven years after an apocalypse, there should be limited electricity, from left over solar panels and the ideas of wind turbines and the fact that the knowledge survived? If I were there, it would be. I would find the people and the parts and try not to eloctrocute myself and make that happen. Because that is important shit y'all. By the time 75 years have gone by, if there is not a reasonable facsimile of civilization I want to know the reason why! I think the basic reason is because playwrights are not the people I hang with, and possibly to them all of the trappings of civilization are the equivalent of inexplicable magic. I dunno.
I still liked the funny parts. I wanted it to be way more funny parts.
I took my family to see New Century Theater's Mr. Burns, a post-electric play, with music.
Did I write about this already? Al got fed up at the 2nd intermission and walked home a happy man. So he saw the act that was "shortly after the apocalypse" where a pile of people are trying to remember the Simpsons' Cape Feare episode. Which is both funny and deeply aggravating if you know, frex, Gilbert and Sullivan. Or, I guess, The Simpsons episodes. plus intermitent apocalypse, which is just depressing. He got the second act too, which was "seven years after" and was these people putting on some deeply peculiar stage show that had some simpsons and some "advertising" which seemed to be entirely a litany of things they were missing from before, like baths, and eating out, and wine, various name brand drinks and Diet coke. That was going well for me until one character had a temporary breakdown and then they all got shot.
Alice and Aerin and I stayed to the end - "75 years after that" - which was basically an operatic mashup of the Simpson's eipsode Cape Feare, and the two movies of Cape Fear, and some astonishing masks.
What I had forgotten is that post-apocalypse is generally pretty bleak.
What I had forgotten is that i have a limited attention span (I mean, I spend a lot of time in the Smith College theater trying to find balance in the excessively modern ceiling)
What I had forgotten is that I have a very very limited tolerance for stupid
What I had forgotten is that I worked my mental way through what felt like all the post-apocalypse scenarios where I survived when I was in college, and I feel SO OVER that now. Aside from being dead, i have a plan, and recreating theater from remembered Simpsons episodes is NOT A PART OF THAT PLAN.
I wanted it either to be a play, or to try to FIX things. Seven years after an apocalypse, there should be limited electricity, from left over solar panels and the ideas of wind turbines and the fact that the knowledge survived? If I were there, it would be. I would find the people and the parts and try not to eloctrocute myself and make that happen. Because that is important shit y'all. By the time 75 years have gone by, if there is not a reasonable facsimile of civilization I want to know the reason why! I think the basic reason is because playwrights are not the people I hang with, and possibly to them all of the trappings of civilization are the equivalent of inexplicable magic. I dunno.
I still liked the funny parts. I wanted it to be way more funny parts.