3 reviews
The main problem I have with this is the acting.
The actors that played the Ringmaster, Marilyn Monroe, and Ouspenky were acceptable, but the rest were absolutely HORRID. Worst of the lot was Ray Paolantonio as Wilhelm Reich. As others have commented--he was WAY too young for the roll. Like most of the other actors is this production, he simply shouted his lines, rather that convey and real emotion or weight to the dialog.
The set was also was also garish and horrible. I think this would have played better with a bare set. The costumes and makeup gave out a sleazy vibe--which in a way goes along with the tone of the play--but the vibe was far more gross and disgusting than sinister.
The music was okay, but needed more balls--a little too heavy on the cheesy keyboards. I also agree that it was TOO LOUD. I had to turn up the volume to hear the actors, when the music kicked in I was blown out of my seat--very annoying.
Also annoying was the way the director "updated" the play to replace references to the cold war with 9/11. I understand the thinking--but it just didn't work.
Read the book instead, it also includes a brilliant introduction from RAW. I applaud the company for even having the guts to stage this play. Let's hope in the future someone else will actually be able to pull it off.
The actors that played the Ringmaster, Marilyn Monroe, and Ouspenky were acceptable, but the rest were absolutely HORRID. Worst of the lot was Ray Paolantonio as Wilhelm Reich. As others have commented--he was WAY too young for the roll. Like most of the other actors is this production, he simply shouted his lines, rather that convey and real emotion or weight to the dialog.
The set was also was also garish and horrible. I think this would have played better with a bare set. The costumes and makeup gave out a sleazy vibe--which in a way goes along with the tone of the play--but the vibe was far more gross and disgusting than sinister.
The music was okay, but needed more balls--a little too heavy on the cheesy keyboards. I also agree that it was TOO LOUD. I had to turn up the volume to hear the actors, when the music kicked in I was blown out of my seat--very annoying.
Also annoying was the way the director "updated" the play to replace references to the cold war with 9/11. I understand the thinking--but it just didn't work.
Read the book instead, it also includes a brilliant introduction from RAW. I applaud the company for even having the guts to stage this play. Let's hope in the future someone else will actually be able to pull it off.
The clung(e) who gave grief filled words around the acting of a filmed stage performance was a clutch of fixture who/womb mi-spellet the word "role" ... what a Klondike, he wrote "roll"... as in tumbrel but t he meant to right "role" ..as in the other meaning.... crazy?!! Robbing Graves is an Traverseie aborted, if you Will?
But talking of helms..
The production, you may choose to watch, is as good as an underfunded stage production can get. It may not be Terry Gilliam's vision of Faust, but it has the meat and -howevermanyaday- cabbages of a true trial by a jury of someone else's peers on an chap who quite liked stuff and things.
If you can put up with stoner movies/beefcake action flicks/80s straight to VHS cl-art, then you'll be capable of appreciating what this performance has to offer. There are some Sirius golden moment and probably boobs, yeah why not... there's loads of 'em!
I write this mostly as a response to someone who judged it on its aesthetic merit only; leaving out the fact that some things that you watch, require you to put in a bit of effort to enjoy it (there is an nugget of THE1TRUTH!) - similarly, Zardoz and 200 motels are films that should be seen, for the sake of their sentiment, as opposed to the standard bleach review process...
This is probably the last review I'll bother with on this shite, as they won't allow excessive intentional missgrammer.
May all your days be numbered and may Bob have Marcy on your soul x
But talking of helms..
The production, you may choose to watch, is as good as an underfunded stage production can get. It may not be Terry Gilliam's vision of Faust, but it has the meat and -howevermanyaday- cabbages of a true trial by a jury of someone else's peers on an chap who quite liked stuff and things.
If you can put up with stoner movies/beefcake action flicks/80s straight to VHS cl-art, then you'll be capable of appreciating what this performance has to offer. There are some Sirius golden moment and probably boobs, yeah why not... there's loads of 'em!
I write this mostly as a response to someone who judged it on its aesthetic merit only; leaving out the fact that some things that you watch, require you to put in a bit of effort to enjoy it (there is an nugget of THE1TRUTH!) - similarly, Zardoz and 200 motels are films that should be seen, for the sake of their sentiment, as opposed to the standard bleach review process...
This is probably the last review I'll bother with on this shite, as they won't allow excessive intentional missgrammer.
May all your days be numbered and may Bob have Marcy on your soul x
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- Jun 7, 2014
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