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Most of the last twenty-four hours were composed densely of fail, to the point that in self-defense I purchased a pound each of pistachio and almond flour and the book on Francis Bacon I had been eyeing for some weeks now at Raven Used Books; this is an accidental conjunction. I do not have the skills required to bake a meringue in the shape of a scream-streaked Pope, much as I'm now curious to do so. I met ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nineweaving at Burdick's, read a poem by John Stallworthy. It rained drearily and a passerby with an importunate umbrella tried to knock off my hat. The evening, thank God, involved dim sum and Forbidden Planet (1956), which I watched with Eric et al. for the first time since high school. Robby the Robot. Morbius—a philologist: knowing I loved my books—in his unconscious magician's black. Electronic tonalities, theremin and tape loops: the sonic landscape of science fiction that we now take for granted. I love J. Michael Straczynski, but I can't imagine what the projected remake will look like. By a similar token, while I am looking forward immensely to Julie Taymor's take on The Tempest, I do not understand Prospera. If Cate Blanchett can out-Dylan Zimmerman and Tilda Swinton illumine Gabriel and Orlando, Helen Mirren should make a magnificent Prospero, damn the pronouns and full speed ahead. This is Shakespeare. It comes with built-in genderfuck. At least I have the filmed War Requiem (1988) to look forward to, if I can find a region-free DVD player. Benjamin Britten by Derek Jarman with Wilfred Owen besides. thomasfreund, I'm looking at you. These are the chains my brain runs in: I can't fall asleep before I free-associate another link, but at least I can stop typing.
nineweaving at Burdick's, read a poem by John Stallworthy. It rained drearily and a passerby with an importunate umbrella tried to knock off my hat. The evening, thank God, involved dim sum and Forbidden Planet (1956), which I watched with Eric et al. for the first time since high school. Robby the Robot. Morbius—a philologist: knowing I loved my books—in his unconscious magician's black. Electronic tonalities, theremin and tape loops: the sonic landscape of science fiction that we now take for granted. I love J. Michael Straczynski, but I can't imagine what the projected remake will look like. By a similar token, while I am looking forward immensely to Julie Taymor's take on The Tempest, I do not understand Prospera. If Cate Blanchett can out-Dylan Zimmerman and Tilda Swinton illumine Gabriel and Orlando, Helen Mirren should make a magnificent Prospero, damn the pronouns and full speed ahead. This is Shakespeare. It comes with built-in genderfuck. At least I have the filmed War Requiem (1988) to look forward to, if I can find a region-free DVD player. Benjamin Britten by Derek Jarman with Wilfred Owen besides. thomasfreund, I'm looking at you. These are the chains my brain runs in: I can't fall asleep before I free-associate another link, but at least I can stop typing.
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Nine
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Well, yes.
Does your DVD player not have a hack, to make it multi-region?
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Damn right. If the idea of a female Prospero bothers anyone, they can just imagine she's wearing a hat and hey presto. She's a man.
Well, it works in any other Shakespeare comedy!
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I can imagine a father behaving towards his daughter as Prospero does Miranda, but for a mother to do so needs more textual explanation than Shakespeare gives.
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Love this, and I'd just been thinking, while reading your post, Oh, what travels through Sonya's brain! The chain analogy is perfect, though I hope it doesn't rattle too much for sleeping.
All this talk about The Tempest. My daughter's middle school is performing it tonight (twelve- to fourteen-year-olds, with my daughter a narrator this time around--yes, she was disappointed but stuck to it, loves drama). I don't know how much the kids get out of Shakespeare, but I do love hearing my daughter throw out a line or two of his, with emotional flourish, in ordinary conversation. She has nearly the entire play memorized from practicing so much.
As for Prospero, he's being played by her friend Eric, who is an adorable, flamboyant, demonstrative, perverted (I hear) 14-year-old who calls my daughter to coordinate wearing their duplicate purple pants, who streaks his long hair and wears it before his eyes, and whom all the girls love. I'm eager to see what he does with Prospero.
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Playing Prospero as a woman or a woman playing Prospero as a man?
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Please give us a full report!
I think it's wonderful that your daughter has The Tempest almost mesmerized. More people should.
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Cool. I've never seen a production of The Tempest. My experience of Shakespeare as audience as opposed to reader is depressingly limited.
Prospero's brother. Drat. His name I don't remember right now.
Antonio.
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Not that I know about. Do you have any suggestions?
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Which you know from.
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If you're ever in SoCal, I highlyhighlyhighly recommend the Theatricum Botanicum, if Shakespeare's what you're after. Especially their Midsummer Night's Dream, which is sort of their signature piece. It's an outdoor theater, trees growing around and on the stage, and the atmosphere lends itself really well to AMND.
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In school, I saw Richard II and Merchant of Venice played by all girls and had no problem with it. It was feminizing Prospero that didn't work for me.
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Thanks. I hadn't even thought about the additional character work; I just found it unnecessary.
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Hmm, Prospera sounds odd, but Helen Mirren should be able to pull it off.
I hope you can find the region-free DVD player soon. That sounds lovely.
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If you find people suggesting a weird behaviour like "power up, open the disk drawer, key in a string of numbers from the remote, close the drawer and power down", just give it a whirl. Usually these things work...