I have showered at home many a time since it was completed (4 weeks past when it was supposed to be) and the layout of it makes no sense but it does the job.
As well as writing this blog, I review theatre. I mostly review comedy, cabaret, musical theatre and dance as those are the things I do/ know the most about and therefore have the most gravitas to critique.
I had the absolute delight of reviewing dance this week in Melbourne. Ahh the city that never has nothing on. Contemporary dance is as bout a broad a genre as "electronic music" or "foods I like."
Review writing for me is a great challenge to think critically, write to a deadline, drag myself out of the house to support theatre and broaden my palate. HOWEVER, whilst most are supportive and birmming with one liners, puns and big words like "synchornisity", I saw a show this week that left a very very bad taste in my mouth if it weren't for the wine and cheese platter at the end (best part.)
Ok, there were some other cool bits. Like the lighting and the venue and stuff../ But my ideas about these sorts of theatre pieces are clear in this blog post- "A Message or A Wank Fest"
This show ticked many a wank fest box:
1. no music
2. strange costumes
3. the same movement performed over and over for 45 minutes
4. no facial expression
5. put the lady opposite me to sleep
I was really unsure what angle to take, but after consulting the editior and some more experienced people, I was honest with a few moments of unleashing here and there.
I can see why Simon Cowell gets a kick out of being the way he is.... it felt..nice.
The actual review hasn't been published yet, and I don't want to post the link to it because I just realised that the internet is a big place and things could blow up when really I'm just talking about my week and this is one part of it.
Other parts of the week include: getting vaccinated to go overseas and not being able to move my arms.
Getting mosquito bites on my scalp and now I'm becoming a hyochondriac and scared of getting Malaria in India while I am meditating.
Having the most incredible dreams including that I was flying and in the running to become a professional boxer (I blame that on the cheese platters)
Successfully dying a dress from white to forest green with minimal chemical smell through the house.
Anyways, one week till 2 months away. There's going to be travel stories a' plenty so if you found this post boring (I could have made it more exciting but no one likes a gloater)
stay tuned.
Jj
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