Friday, March 16, 2018

Macbeth at the RSC

There was a lot of interesting stuff in this rendition of Macbeth. A lot of high concept stuff, which isn’t usually my favorite, but some of it worked. I loved the non-specific modern design, the intense sound work, the harsh lighting. Especially as it was used to emphasize the fractured nature of reality.

The stage was dominated by a countdown clock that snapped on counting down from two hours at the moment of Duncan’s death. It served as a reminder of the nature of a lot of high-concept ideas about time and death as related in the program, and to a degree it worked to ratchet up the tension (though it was frequently counteracted by slow paced additions to the play). In the end, however, it was more of a distraction than anything. How would they make the play time out perfectly to the countdown? What would happen if intermission ran long? In the end, though, the timing didn’t pan out and they cheated- going into the face off with Macduffe the clock suddenly jumped down five minutes, and then it held at one second for a noticeable amount of time before the death stroke.

And speaking of the death stroke, the final battle was... odd. Macduffe was clearly overmatched, and got his ass kicked. But he didn’t die no matter how many times Macbeth (literally) kicked him. There seemed to be an idea that the prophecy made Macduffe invincible, because Macbeth sort of just eventually gave up and let him cut his throat. It was... weird.

The witches were three little girls in pajamas with stuffed animals. This allowed for some creepy moments that I liked, and it was a cool concept, but it also led them to cut most of their most significant scene, entirely taking out everything in it before Macbeth entered. They worked in the “double double” refrain from time to time (to chilling effect), but not having them interact solely with each other was something I missed.

Another conceptual choice that worked at times and didn’t work at others was the Porter. The Porter was onstage for nearly the entire show. Sometimes he engaged with the action (he became the third murtherer and later Seyton) and sometimes he was just observer, calmly tallying the death toll on the back wall in chalk. Macbeth used the “Satan” pronunciation when calling him by name, which led to wondering if perhaps he was meant to BE Satan, or some other malevolent force. At times he seemed to be working with Macbeth (the Porter scene was styled as though he was intentionally playing for time, delaying Macduffe until Macbeth was ready - an interesting choice since, of course, that’s the character’s entire purpose in the meta-world of the actors making costume changes. Alas, the choice leeched almost all the humor out of the scene.) though at other times he seemed to be beyond Macbeth, controlling the world as though in league with the witches.

Most of the performances were good, some truly superb. Edward Bennett was far and away the best Macduffe I have ever seen, and I’ve seen a lot of them. His loss at the death of his family was utterly wrenching. Tim Samuels as Lennox was delightfully creepy, though I did wonder if his resemblance to Doug Stamper on House of Cards was intentional.

Niamh Cusack as Lady Macbeth was nearly the only adult female presence onstage, witches having been relegated to children. The only gender swaps were the relatively minor characters of Donalbaine and The Doctor, and even with the relative beefing up of Lady Macduffe (an interesting choice and a lovely performance from Miram Haque), he play felt unusually male for a modern production. This is a bit unfortunate because Ms Cusack was the weakest link of the production. Throughout their scenes together Eccleston was working very hard to play the weaker card, verbally and especially physically offering her the higher status over and over and she just refused to take it. He kept responding to attacks on his masculinity that she just never made. Some of this wasn’t her fault- the blocking repeatedly kept them distant from each other in a way that made little sense. (Intimate lines about his mental status clearly not meant for the crowd at the banquet were delivered across the length of the stage.) The two characters just didn’t click together- they didn’t seem to need each other.

And then came the 5.1 “crazy scene.” I often dread this scene because I feel most productions go entirely the wrong way with it, but in this instance... it was as though they had decided to stage the “bad” version of Ophelia’s mad scene from Slings and Arrows. She was “playing crazy” throughout the scene, from the shuffling footsteps, to waving at the air, to the utterly unjustified shifts in tone and pace. There wasn’t a thing in it that felt real or connected or honest. (And if sometime can explain to me how the freaking RSC can misunderstand the Elizabethan meaning of the phrase “stand close” I’d love to hear it.)

The end of the play saw a strong implication that the witches had set their sights on Fleance next- a choice I’ve seen before and one I feel isn’t justified in the text, but which has a strong impact onstage. It worked to give a chilling ending. An even better choice earlier in the play was having Lady Macbeth jokingly put the crown on Fleance (added into the coronation scene) the way you do with kids, and when Macbeth went to get it back, Fleance didn’t want to give it up. It was a great moment of creepy foreshadowing and gave Eccleston a wonderful moment it reaction.

And Eccleston himself. The man who erased all mention of his time on Doctor Who from his bio while listing everything else he’s ever done. He was good. He wasn’t a powerhouse, but a powerhouse Macbeth isn’t an honest Macbeth. Eccleston has several truly excellent moments, and his direct audience address was deeply real. He blew a few lines (it WAS a preview) but it never derailed him. He played strength well and made an admirable attempt at weakness that failed through no fault of his own. Where he really shone, though, was the descent. He nailed the madness, the exhausted meltdown of a giant. I wish the play had allowed for him to play off Bennett in more than just an oddly stylized combat scene because I feel that could have been shit-hot.


All in all I feel Director Polly Findlay has created a truly beautiful and visceral Macbeth that has deeply bold ideas, some of which work and some of which don’t. As this was a preview it’s certainly possible that some of those that don’t work will pull together or be cut before tonight (seriously just cut the clock!) The show will probably sell out due to star power anyway, but I’d recommend it if you can get a ticket.

Thursday, March 08, 2018

Movies on the way: The shape of coco and the wonder women of the Justice League.

Any international journey via airplane must start out with a movie review post. Because so many free movies!

Got lucky on the domestic connecting flight with a free showing of Coco and it was just lovely. Knowing in advance that it is an accurate picture of Mexican culture made it all the more meaningful. Be prepared to cry. And see if you can identify Edward James Olmos’s voice. I absolutely did not. Rome won’t watch this movie because skeletons, so I’ll just have to love it as an adult instead of a parent.

The international flight had the most advanced entertainment system I’ve seen on a plane (American Airlines was overall very impressive on the trip out). So many options! I decided to go with Shape of Water first, and was not disappointed. Lovely, lovely film. So glad it won the Oscar. Fun to see Richard Jenkins (the ghost dad from Six Feet Under) in a juicy role, though at times it felt the director had told him to channel Bryan Cranston. It also felt like Michael Shannon was just rehashing Agent Van Alden (Boardwalk Empire). This story was incredibly brave. And I could watch Octavia Spencer in anything.

After that I was pretty tired so figured I’d go for a popcorn film. I started “Justice League.” I managed about a half hour. Ben Affleck was just so bad. Maybe if there were more bits with Wonder Woman and Aquaman. Maybe.

I moved on to Professor Marston and the Wonder Women. I adored this film. It’s so rare that a film approaches poly relationships with such acceptance. The world around them persecuted them, yes, but the film itself did not. And what an interesting section of history! They developed the first lie detector AND invented the Wonder Woman comic. His ideas around gender relations would be forward thinking and revolutionary for TODAY, let alone the 40s. It’s the sort of film you just want to live in.

I had a little time left after this and so little brain on little sleep and very thinky films, that I went back to Justice League. It got a LITTLE better but only because it got less Affleck-centric.

All in all, a good way to pass the very long flight.

Sunday, September 15, 2013

Luxury and Debauchery

Early research showed that if I stayed out in the deep suburbs, I could get a decent hotel room cheaper than I expected. So I ended up at a Best Western plus. Only $90 for the night, and oh, what a sweet bed. Plus a pool, and air conditioning.  (When in hotel rooms I love to crank the AC). I spent most of Saturday luxuriating- showering, napping, swimming, hot tubbing. I'd discovered via twitter that the Vancouver Fringe Festival happened to be wrapping up this weekend, and that my friend Tonya was performing. They were having a end-of-fringe 'Artists Cabaret of Debauchery and Delight,' and she had a bit in it. Having already seen her show Threads in Portland, I thought I'd check out the Cabaret. 

I left the hotel in plenty of time to drive in, get some food, and make the late night show. It said online that it was sold out, but that didn't stop me last weekend, so I was going for it.

Driving in on the freeway there were lots of warning signs about a toll bridge and I decided to try an alternate route, crazy without GPS, I know. There were definitely times when I felt totally lost. But I found my way, keeping an eye out for interesting restaurants as I went.

Suddenly I saw a familiar looking sign that said 'Nando's.' No way. Not possible. You see, Nando's was one of my absolute favorite restaurant chains in London- a Portugese Chicken place that would completely burn your face off. Their Peri-Peri spice is hot and tasty- the taste is also different from anything else I've had. The kind of place that swells your lymph nodes and leaves you in need of a bathroom all night because you drank so much water. Took my mom there and she said the super-mind lemon chicken was too hot. THAT kind of place. But it's London chain. The logo looks the same, though...

I parked. Wandered over. It IS the same place! Awesome! I was a very happy camper for dinner, even without Wifi. I was even able to buy a bottle of their sauce to take home.

Made my way into Vancouver and into the fringe area of downtown. Now these Canadians know how to fringe. Reminded me of MN in so many ways. The show was NOT sold out- that was just misinformation. But the line was long and took forever. The show was entertaining, though I sensed there were a LOT of inside jokes I was missing. The one strip tease bit was interesting when one of her tassles dropped off and she didn't notice.... The entire show was lit by flashlight from the audience, which reminded me of a certain Midsommer performance. (I wonder if we should PLAN an Ops show like that sometime...)

The 10:45 show started at 11:15, and ran almost a full two hours. I'd planned to meet Tonya for a drink after, but with an hour drive ahead of me, I bailed. I also wasn't sure I had the energy for a fringe crowd- the line had been fringey enough. I had it in me for that in my mid 20s... Guess I'm getting old.

The drive back was an adventure. I decided to brave the toll as I just wanted to get back, but the main freeway was closed- with no warning, just signs guiding you off the road. No detour signs. No idea how to get where I was going. Eventually found my way back to the road after the closure. And drove into the thickest fog I have ever seen in my life. I could barely see past the front of the truck. How people were blasting past me I'll never understand. Blind hares to my tortoise.  I just crept along at about 20mph, worried I'd miss my exit since I could barely read the signs.

Home to hotel about 3am, I felt arty so did some writing- came up with a poem I'm really happy with, though the final line is eluding me. Late to bed, I slept right through my hotel breakfast, and even missed my (late) checkout time by about 10 minutes. 

And yet no one threatened to call the police. 

One day left!

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Saturday, September 14, 2013

Sleeping, Driving and Laundering

You would think that a day that consisted almost entirely of sleeping, driving and laundry wouldn't have much adventuring.

You'd be wrong.

I woke up about 6am with an intense need for a bathroom. This is the one drawback to Walmart camping- unless it's a 24 hour store (only one has been) or close to a 24 hour something (one was across from a 7-11) you're on your own for calls of nature. Most of the folk are in RVs, so they are covered. My pickup... Not so much.

Most Walmarts are in shopping areas. Well lit at night, not a lot of places to hide. Not that I'm very shy about it- just don't want to upset anyone, especially anyone who can give me a ticket. But when it's dark, you can make do. At 6am the store isn't open yet, but people are milling about and it's light out. I had to walk quite a ways in my yoga pants and flip flops to find a private corner. What tsures!

At 10am I woke up sweating. I'm far enough south now to be getting a taste of the horrible hot weather my Portland peeps are suffering through. Yuk.

Decided to break up the drive just a bit and drive about an hour and a half before stopping for laundry, back in Quesnel, where I spent my first night. 

The ladies at this laundry absolutely saved my opinion of Canadians. They were so much fun. Smiling, laughing, happy. Not a crabby person in the place. I got my clothes in the washer, and went to the bathroom. I was so sweaty I needed to change. In Canada! Who knew?

I come back to find water spraying all over the laundromat. And of course it was MY washer that had sprung the leak. Everyone was running about, but in good spirits, absolutely laughing about it as they cut the water to the washer, cut the power to it, salvaged my clothes, moved them to another washer, mopped the whole place, and replaced a hose. They were so friendly with me. We had a good time.

On my way out of town, windows down to cool the truck, I felt something smack me in the face. Not too hard, but hard enough to notice. After a moment or two I looked down to see a very stunned looking bee in my lap. We were both a bit freaked. I stopped at the next possible location to brush him out of the truck. He must have had a very specific trajectory to pull that off...

After that, drive drive drive. I'm 4 miles from the US border now, back in Walmart camperland, and planning a weekend in Vancouver. Maybe a nice hotel tomorrow with a pool or something. Then Sunday night with Noah, then home.

See you soon!

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Friday, September 13, 2013

Beautiful Things (mostly)

Last night in the hotel I actually watched the TV. I never do that. Just random TV, not shows I've vetted and planned on. I watched CSI (good) and, god help me, two hours of game shows. Family Feud and some show called 'Baggage.' Have you seen this? Hosted by Jerry Springer? Dating show where people have to reveal their 'baggage?' MY GOD. SO AWFUL AND SO GOOD!!! The epitome of guilty pleasure. I'm ashamed and entranced. Then I wrote some poems about girls and went to sleep. I might be 16. Don't judge me.

Then today...

No bear attacks. Too bad. What a story that would be!!

Ok, you saw those pictures, right? Amazing. Even more amazing in person, as I'm sure you realize.  

So that was in Hyder, Alaska. Kind of. That's where I stayed. But then you drive back into Canada to get to the glacier. But the only way to that part of Canada is through that part of Alaska. So I woke in Alaska, crossed to Canada to see the glacier, back to Alaska, back to Canada on the other side. International man of mystery!

 I had to go about 4 hours out if my way to get there.... But it was worth it. It's the largest glacier accessible by road in the world. The last 20 miles were the worst road I've ever been on. Calling it 'road' is being kind. Windy, switchback, huge potholes on a gravelly dirt road. No guard rails. Occasionally terrifying if the gravel slid. Visions of truck and I sailing into the Thelma and Louise...

Still worth it.

On the way back I stopped at Fish Creek, where they have a viewing platform to watch bears catch salmon. Sadly, the bears must have been full today, so I moved on.

Even though I crossed the border multiple times, only the last one had a checkpoint, going back from Hyder to Stewart. Two guards and a shack. Yes, she asked about guns. And about how I was going to defend myself from wildlife. Should I have a gun with me??

Considered stopping for what was supposed to be pretty good seafood, and even went in to the restaurant. $12 for a bowl of soup? $3 for a Pepsi? I considered it. No wifi either? Moving on. I'll eat at the next town...

The next town was a gas station. And that was all. Like one of those 'rural' movies where someone breaks down and the redneck people say it will take a month to get the part....Two pumps, made in the 30s... Aren't those usually horror movies? And today is Friday the 13th. Thank goodness I'm not camping...

I pressed on. Ate lunch out of my truck supplies - bread, cheese, peanut butter, triscuits, cereal. Got into the 'big' city of Smithers around 5pm. 

I've learned how to access the net here in Canada. Find an A&W or a Tim Hortons fast food joint. Park close to the building. Siphon WiFi. I even registered for the free faster wifi connection at Hortons. Only ate there once, though. I parked, got wifi, checked email. My dad had suggested a site called Trip Advisor - it's wonderful. I looked up their listings for restaurants in Smithers. Multiple people had given one place 5 stars - Daddio's. I decided to trust the collective wisdom.

Interestingly, Daddio's isn't a 50's diner, as you might expect from the name. The menu prices were a tiny bit high, so I just grabbed the $10 chicken fingers...

I want to marry those chicken fingers. Hand breaded, clearly never frozen, gourmet-type meal made by a chef, not a cook. Even the barbecue sauce was unlike anything I'd tasted. This restaurant should be in Portland. It would be your favorite. If you ever get anywhere near Smithers, go there. Seriously- plan a trip just for Daddio's and the glacier. And use Trip Advisor. Always.

After that, driving, driving, driving. This audiobook is something else- so clearly written by a pro-gun, Republican-leaning military aficionado. Entire passages about how the press is evil and screws up legal investigations. FOX news held up as a paragon. The 'bad guys' are a reporter, a liberal movie star and several 60's activists. The heroes are all ex-Marines.  A main character named Bob Lee Swagger... I'm still listening because 1) I paid for it, 2) It's all I have left, 3) Past the right wing BS, the story is pretty good and 4) know thy enemy. Though I'm about halfway through and it's now pretty obvious who the bad guy is, so that kind of kills the 'what happens next' factor.

Tonight I sleep at Walmart again. Tomorrow, I begin a weekend in Vancouver!


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Thursday, September 12, 2013

Salmon Glacier

I have no words. My voice is in my camera.





*Thats actually not entirely true. I wrote a poem. But I'm not sure it doesn't suck, so you only get the photos...






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Bears, Glaciers, and Lockable Windows

I slept well and long in the RV lot, and awoke somewhat sweltering. I had the tarp on, and the sun was just beating down on it. Turns out it was a warm day up in the Yukon (though nothing compared to you Portland folk. Yikes.)

It was mostly a driving day for me, though in somewhat of a meandering way. I stopped for a while in Jade City and looked at some pretty jewelry. Stopped in the one city I thought might have a cell tower for lunch, but no such luck. Flirted with an adorably shy waitress, though.

Pressed on through lots of small cities- some really lovely scenery... Working on lines, listening to a new audiobook which was written by someone who knows a LOT about guns...

As I got close to my destination, the small twin towns of Stewart, BC and Hyder, AK, I started seeing amazing things. I saw four brown bears just hanging out on the side of the road. The last two were a mom and cub pair... And then, the amazing views...! This is a glacial region... Just look at that photo...!

I was planning on saying at another RV park in Stewart, but was having trouble finding it, so I stopped at a hotel. Out of curiosity I asked their rates- $100 a night, better than expected. I was debating it, and the woman told me that if I was looking for cheaper, I should cross over into Hyder. She was right. I found the Grandview Inn. $70, tax included. I'm their only guest tonight. It smelled great- the manager was baking cookies in his unit off the office. The owner was a lovely lady named Dee (which was my grandma's name. I'm always partial to that. I knew I liked her...) I asked if there was anyplace open to eat (it was 9pm) and they said no... She told me more about her - she lives in Washington most of the year, but owns the hotel and comes up in the busy season. She's looking forward to getting back to her grandkids...

I tell her about seeing the bears. She says they've had one bothering the hotel lately. In fact, she warns me from leaving any food in the truck. If I hear any noises on outside the room (even on the 2nd floor of the motel) I should bang on the door and NOT go outside. Wow. Different parts of the world.

Still no cell tower, but the hotel has Wifi!

As I was unloading my car, the owner came out with a plate. Two fresh cookies and a sandwich. She said I must be starving so she made this for me.

Oh, and the windows have screens AND lock.

Take that, Chelsea Inn Hotel.


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Wednesday, September 11, 2013

A lazy day

Sometimes you need a lazy day.

In this case, 'lazy' means waking up at 10:30 in the Walmart parking lot with a screaming bladder. (At home I'd have gone twice already.) Going inside for the bathroom and some more stomach acid pills. I drive in for lunch, find a place with wifi. Write a blog post. The pizza buffet is $16? I'll have a personal pizza please. Canada is expensive!

I wander the town a bit. Check out the used bookstore. Not as exciting as Anchorage, but I develop a plan for my future. What is my real, true dream? I want to run a used bookstore in a small town, maybe an hour from a metropolitan center. Maybe Portland. And the back room of the bookstore is a theatre. That I run. Yes, this is my dream. Any ladies wanna join with me on this?

Today's plan is just to drive to Watson Lake. Land of the friendly German visitor center helper. After that we turn south on an unfamiliar, very rural route. Tomorrow. Cell tower? Wifi? Don't count on it.

It's a short drive - 5 hours - and the Allison Janney book isn't as good as I'd hoped. She reads too fast (thanks to Marty for stopping me from that sin on Senseless) and its abridged, which I hate. I finish it, though. And I mediate as I drive. And I listen to the end of Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close- one of the 10 best books I've ever read. Read it. Now.

I get into Watson Lake later than I mean to. The visitor center is closed. I catch some wifi at the Rec center, get dinner at THE diner (grumpy waitresses... Why, Canada, why?) and head to the $12 campground I'd planned for.

There is NO ONE THERE. Totally deserted. I can pay my money and stay, but... I don't think I can handle being this alone and this dark. I just don't. I leave, aware that I'm kind of pathetic.

In town there's an RV campground. It's $30 but has a shower! Run by a friendly Scotsman! And I'm not the only isolated person for 20 miles. Plus wifi! It's really the right choice.

So here I am. Clean, content. I've got my camp chair out and I'm looking up at the starry sky. Still haven't seen the northern lights . Still hoping.  I've had some rum. I won't be responsible for this post in the morning....

I love you all! Serrrrrrioussssly.

Pick up notes:

1) I glossed over the AWESOME breakfast Caitlin and I had in Anchorage. Mama something, near the airport. Amazing biscuits and gravy. And we just happened across it.... Caitlin- do you remember the name?

2) Crossing into Canada from Alaska, the border guard asked:

Do you have any alcohol?

Part of a bottle of rum in a mason jar in the back.

Ok. Do you have any guns?

No.

Any weapons?

No.

Any guns, knives, blunt instruments?

Um, no.

How do you intend to defend yourself?

....my wits?

Ok. Do you have any produce...

Really?

Goodnight, friends!

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