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In the Next Room or the vibrator play


As much progress society has made in the last century, one question still looms large “what do women want?”

In the Next Room or the vibrator play is at heart, a play about how men and women relate to each other. Dr. Givings is a gynecologist who treats women for “hysteria” in his operating room located just off his living room. His young wife, Catherine (desperately wants to be acknowledged and loved, by him and by her new baby, who she is having trouble producing enough milk to feed. Troubled by the fact that her baby needs a wet nurse and having her husband infatuated with his new science and love of electricity, she is alone and in need of any kind of stimulation.

Mrs. Daldry is brought to see the Doctor by her husband Mr. Daldry who is fed up with her nervousness, sensitivity to light and more importantly, to his touch. As he explains to the Doctor, “There is very little sympathy between us”. Dr. Giving’s assures Mr. Daldry that he and his assistant Annie have been very successful at curing women of their hysteria by inducing a “paroxysm” in them and that soon Mrs. Daldry will be acting like she once was before.

As Dr. Giving’s, Gercke is amusing in his portrayal of an educated man that has no clue what is going on. For a scientist who is interested in observation and figuring out the answers to puzzling questions he completely misses the fact that his wife is slowly withering of loneliness and envy from lack of attention from him. It becomes apparent that even though they have a child, the good doctor has never thought to truly look at and see his wife. At the end of the play, you sense their awkwardness with each other as they truly have a chance to truly look at each other for the first time. He is equally clueless with his patients as he recites stories about Thomas Edison and electrocuting elephants while in the middle of a treatment on a patient.

Personally, I loved this character. Here is an educated man who hasn’t figured out that he knows nothing about what counts, which is mainly everything in his life, including his wife. He is a gynecologist who doesn’t understand women, asking the husband of his patient what is wrong with his wife instead of her. Grated, some of this is the time in which it is set, but the other is that he is a man who observes but doesn’t really seem to see the people around him.

Catherine, who hires a wet nurse for her baby named Elizabeth (finds herself at loose ends with both her baby and her husband occupied. She befriends her husband’s patients as they come and go through her living room and overhears the interesting sounds coming from the next room, and finally succumbs to her curiosity of just what her husband is doing in there. As Catherine, she is funny and energetic in direct contrast to her husbands somber detached scientific approach. Her character is someone the audience can relate too, even with the period setting and societal rules. Who hasn’t wanted to feel loved and involved in their partners life?

As for what’s going on in the next room? The machine that lies at the center of this play looks like a giant cumbersome box on wheels that has a tendency to short out the electricity in the rest of the house. It is more fascinating as the technological advance that it is for the time, alongside the light bulb and the light switch than it is for the “miraculous properties” it might bestow upon the patients.

While the play does not provide all the answers to the infamous question of what women want, it makes it clear that something that would help is that same old answer of “love and attention”, but also shows that a paroxysm or two couldn’t hurt along the way.

This play does have some nudity and adult situations, so it’s probably best to leave the kids (or the more immature) at home.

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In the Next Room or the vibrator play

As much progress society has made in the last century, one question still looms large “what do women want?”

In the Next Room or the vibrator play is at heart, a play about how men and women relate to each other. Dr. Givings is a gynecologist who treats women for “hysteria” in his operating room located just off his living room. His young wife, Catherine (desperately wants to be acknowledged and loved, by him and by her new baby, who she is having trouble producing enough milk to feed. Troubled by the fact that her baby needs a wet nurse and having her husband infatuated with his new science and love of electricity, she is alone and in need of any kind of stimulation.

Mrs. Daldry is brought to see the Doctor by her husband Mr. Daldry who is fed up with her nervousness, sensitivity to light and more importantly, to his touch. As he explains to the Doctor, “There is very little sympathy between us”. Dr. Giving’s assures Mr. Daldry that he and his assistant Annie have been very successful at curing women of their hysteria by inducing a “paroxysm” in them and that soon Mrs. Daldry will be acting like she once was before.

As Dr. Giving’s, Gercke is amusing in his portrayal of an educated man that has no clue what is going on. For a scientist who is interested in observation and figuring out the answers to puzzling questions he completely misses the fact that his wife is slowly withering of loneliness and envy from lack of attention from him. It becomes apparent that even though they have a child, the good doctor has never thought to truly look at and see his wife. At the end of the play, you sense their awkwardness with each other as they truly have a chance to truly look at each other for the first time. He is equally clueless with his patients as he recites stories about Thomas Edison and electrocuting elephants while in the middle of a treatment on a patient.

Personally, I loved this character. Here is an educated man who hasn’t figured out that he knows nothing about what counts, which is mainly everything in his life, including his wife. He is a gynecologist who doesn’t understand women, asking the husband of his patient what is wrong with his wife instead of her. Grated, some of this is the time in which it is set, but the other is that he is a man who observes but doesn’t really seem to see the people around him.

Catherine, who hires a wet nurse for her baby named Elizabeth (finds herself at loose ends with both her baby and her husband occupied. She befriends her husband’s patients as they come and go through her living room and overhears the interesting sounds coming from the next room, and finally succumbs to her curiosity of just what her husband is doing in there. As Catherine, she is funny and energetic in direct contrast to her husbands somber detached scientific approach. Her character is someone the audience can relate too, even with the period setting and societal rules. Who hasn’t wanted to feel loved and involved in their partners life?

As for what’s going on in the next room? The machine that lies at the center of this play looks like a giant cumbersome box on wheels that has a tendency to short out the electricity in the rest of the house. It is more fascinating as the technological advance that it is for the time, alongside the light bulb and the light switch than it is for the “miraculous properties” it might bestow upon the patients.

While the play does not provide all the answers to the infamous question of what women want, it makes it clear that something that would help is that same old answer of “love and attention”, but also shows that a paroxysm or two couldn’t hurt along the way.

This play does have some nudity and adult situations, so it’s probably best to leave the kids (or the more immature) at home.

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Public Speaking Pointers…courtesy of pageant girls

Pageants are interesting things to witness, the pointless walking in casual wear, the telling people about you in the most glowing terms possible and answering the questions in a way that you think people will want to hear.

Here are some things to keep in mind when doing any kind of public speaking anywhere you go:

Enunciation counts



During one question and answering session one of the girls was halfway through her answer on volunteering when she decided to change it up with the word philanthropic…which totally would have worked except that these were the words she said instead (some are spelled phonetically since they are not, to my knowledge, words)

Philandtropic

Philharmonic

File-n-throbit

Fife-en-got-it

Get organized or just memorize the damn thing



A one point a girl had some papers for her speech. Except when she turned the page she seamlessly went into the middle of another sentence, which was in no way related to the sentence she had started. More puzzling was the fact that she didn’t seem to notice she had stopped making sense

Make sure you know what you’re saying



At one point the girls had to pull a question out and answer it on the spot. The question was about her future goals.



Her answer was that she “wanted to become a pharmacist and travel to third world countries “(good so far, yes?) “and study their medicines so they can help us with our medicine. After departing the third world countries the world of pharmacy will be revolutionized by what is brought back from the third world countries! “

Well, I love the ambition but I’m not sure the people of the third world countries will be so keen on helping the US develop new medicines when they are having issues getting food on a regular basis and all….. Also, don’t say the same thing (here “third world countries”) over and over again….we got the point

Hopefully these points have helped you in case you want to go into public speaking, or even just give a presentation at your work.

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Genetics and fractions can be so confusing..

We all have our shame……we all have done something in our lives that we hope never to have to revisit. Or if we do, then to revisit it as infrequently as possible.

My shame? I was in what is known in some circles as a “Scholarship pageant”. It came about because someone suggested it and I said, like I always do, “Yes”.

To the shock of everyone, I won (trust me EVERYONE was shocked but no one was more shocked than I). However along with this honor comes the obligation to return every once in a while.

Unfortunately, the amazing lady that coordinated the international trips, meetings with diplomats and acted as our chaperone for the year passed away last month. I her honor there was a tribute to her memory and they invited all past queens to come (sashes only, no crowns please) and be part of the tribute. And because this woman was amazing in general and especially to me while I was Queen, I decided to attend.

The next few posts for this blog will be some excerpts from the evening:

Here is a brief conversation I had with a girl at the event.

A girl walked up to me and asked me if my brother was at the event. I told her that he was not and then I congratulated her on her recent marriage a few months back.

“Thanks”, she said,” Now we’re trying for a baby”.

“That’s great”.

“But it’s weird you know? Cause my husband isn’t Portuguese and I always thought that I would marry someone who was, so that our kids would be purebred”, she said.

“What?” I asked, surely I heard this wrong. Maybe never having used the term purebred in reference to anything other than dogs is what led to my confusion.

“Yeah, you know? I just can’t believe my kids won’t be Portuguese”, then she looks at me, “I just never though that I would ever not have purebred kids”.

“Purebred?” I asked.

“Yeah, you know 100% totally Portuguese”, she said in earnest,” Cause that’s the best. You know what I mean?”

“I don’t know, you’re sounding rather German to me” I said half under my breath.

“Oh no, I’m not German, I’m pure Portuguese”, she rushed to assure me. “Are you Portuguese?”

“Well, I won this contest” I reply in a joking manner gesturing to the sash I was wearing (it is a requirement for this particular pageant that a contestant have Portuguese heritage no matter the degree, or, to use this chicks definition, “purebred-ness”)

“You are?” she asked in confirmation

“Yes, I’m half”.

“So you’re full purebred Portuguese.”

“Um…has the definition of half changed?”, I asked cause really, I couldn’t believe she was serious with this line of questioning

“No, I don’t think so”, she said with all seriousness (Maybe this gene pool could benefit from some new blood?)

“Ok, then I am 100% half Portuguese”, I said.

I wait a minute as I literally see the girl try to figure out what I just said. “So, you’re almost full” she said.

She follows up with “Is your husband Portuguese?”

“No, he’s not” I replied

“That’s so sad, your kids won’t be Portuguese either”, she said shaking her head sadly.

“What?”, I said reflexively, thinking I missed part of the conversation. (Had I blacked out for a moment and missed something?)

“Well, since our husbands aren’t Portuguese neither will our kids”, she said.

“No, your kids will be Portuguese….” I trailed off. She kept shaking her head sadly and I decided that this was going nowhere. Eventually I was able to extricate myself from our conversation and snuck off to a different part of the room.

Next post, the pageant itself…

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Romeo and Juliet – the graphic novel?

In January I proclaimed that I was going to join Graphic Novel Challenge I bet you all thought that I had forgotten didn’t you? Well, here is the first one for review Romeo and Juliet The Graphic Novel: Original Text.

Having not been a regular graphic novel reader I was a bit hesitant about how I would feel when reading this novel. It seemed a bit silly at first to read a graphic novel adaption of a play written specifically to be performed aloud. Shakespeare’s language is meant to be heard, so how could they condense the language into small blurbs in bubbles over characters heads? Of course, in the novels favor, all the scene descriptions, time place, weather, etc… can all be found in the language so that all was able to be cut without sacrificing any of the plot or dialogue between characters.

The look of the novel is very traditional, and mirrors what most people would expect, especially if you have seen the Franco Zefferelli’s 1968 film. Nothing in the adaption seems out of place for the story it is telling. But what scenes are chosen to be illustrated and how is a very interesting choice. Much like a director, the illustrators had to chose what they felt was most important to show and how to show it to the audience. What scene can be told on one page with six panels, or three pages and 30 panels are all things that had to be broken down in a way that makes the story make the most sense. For the most part I think they got it right, The flight scenes are drawn with a sense of power and movement, so that the reader was invested in the fight, both thematically as it relates to the story and physically as something to see. The balcony scene has the romantic overtones (and Romeo on the balcony with Juliet as opposed to one the ground as Shakespeare intended) and the physicality of watching someone climb said balcony.

As a late to the game graphic novel reader I sometimes had problems following the order of the pictures and which way and when to read the wording (or maybe that’s not a normal thing and that’s just me?). Once I got into the flow of the story and the language (it helped that I have this play memorized, yes?) I liked the choices made to help with the telling of this story. At times there are things that seem almost overly spelled out, as the line and the action by the character are the same, but then I realize that in some ways this makes the action more clear than just by having them say it. On stage the line “I bite my thumb at them” can be lost, biting one’s own thumb can be too small a movement for people in the back row tosee. Some people may not realize this is an insult. The comic book somehow makes it quite clear through three panels. I would fight this guy if he did that to me!

Sometimes I had issues with a few of the drawings (sometimes there was a heavy black line on Juliet’s face that made her jaw look more mannish than a 14 year old girls ever should) but mostly the illustrators did a very good job recreating the scenes of Romeo and Juliet’s world.

I am a fan of anything that brings theater and playwrights, especially Shakespeare, into a sphere that makes it easier for anyone (these novels aren’t just for kids) to read, understand and enjoy. I think this graphic novel adaption is an excellent way to introduce literature and theatre into someone’s life. This is an especially good way to introduce plays, most of which are meant to be heard and seen. At least in this format you can see it and read it, or you can even read it aloud. Definitely pick this up, it is very entertaining and true to the play from which it comes.

Now I am interested in the post apocalyptic, Romeo falls into a vat of nuclear waste and gains powers while Juliet has a secret identity graphic novel version. Anyone know where I can find that?




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Best comment EVER!!!!

The award for best comment ever left on this site goes to Julie!!!!!

Curious what inspired this? see her comment for my zoo post!

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Who knew that a job hunt would be so… entertaining??

It warms my heart to know that I am not the only one out there that has some crazy adventures. Here is my friend Julie as my very first guest blogger with an entertaining adventure of her own…so read on and prepare to laugh (and possibly cry) at what sounds like a job opportunity no one should miss out on!

Fade in…..

As I was sitting in a large faded periwinkle room on an oversized black leather couch, watching Music Choice- Best of RAP on a large flat screen TV, with a receptionist wannabe HR Manager sitting at the oversized beat up and falling apart particleboard desk answering calls in the center of the room, I didn’t know… It can get worse!??? But at this moment I did realize it was time to choose my own adventure, later I would question this choice as I was standing in my “corner” of a gas station.

Day One.. So how did I end up in the periwinkle room behind the scuffed up primed interior door? I answered a job posting ad for a new company, urgent to expand and opening an additional office. After a phone call I found myself in what I thought to be an “eclectic” office building lobby, as you walk in you find antique buffets, large house plants and oriental rugs across Saltillo tiles. The lobby is not well-lit as you walk back to the elevator, definitely for the best. Pressing the button, it takes 3-4 minutes for the elevator to arrive and I wonder should I have taken the stairs? The elevator doors open and I find another oriental rug (filthy, disgustingly stained and worn) across tile again, not until I step inside and find that half of the elevator buttons are missing do I confirm, I should have taken the stairs. I check the elevator permit (ohh yes I did!) and it was inspected in December 10, 2010 however it seems as though this may be the original prototype when elevators were invented. I’m thankful that my floor has a button! The doors close and I find myself staring at the tile.. in an elevator, with a rug? I’m not kidding real tile, how much could that weigh? How much do I weigh? Is this elevator going to make it???

Thankfully the doors open, I turn to find the suite number, an office containing my new career! Isn’t that what you are supposed to tell yourself.. Confidence, I own this interview, positive thoughts bring positive results!! And then I’m in the periwinkle room listening to RAP.. (did I mention I don’t really like RAP). I admit that sitting on the oversized leather couch was a mistake, who the hell can get out of those things and in a suit?? I felt like I was 14 again in my beanbag but for an interview I should have sat in one of the 20 black office chairs set up around the walls of the room, lesson learned, inspect your surroundings prior to making a decision. So here I sit on the leather sofa next to a very well dressed man, there are approx. 4 other people in the room. Yes, ladies and gentlemen I am the oldest one in the room, including the wannabe HR Manager answering the phones and turning up the music to jam to. I’m 30 minutes early (as it is always important to appear at an interview early) for my 10 am interview, so I fill out my form and prepare to jam out for the next 20 minutes, so I think.. 60 minutes later, I am the last person in the room and Chris, (still younger than me) performing the interviews calls me back behind the factory primed door to the brain of the operations.

Behind the door it gets soooo much better, there is still bright blue carpet (indoor/outdoor special, they must have gotten a 10% off coupon at Depot) but now there is even louder RAP music playing on a stereo system hand-picked by a teenager in the 90’s. I follow Chris back to an office that overlooks the freeway interchange outside (may I just say this was the most visually appealing experience of my interview). Chris proceeds to ask me the top 3 reasons he should pick me over all of the candidates. He explains that they are a marketing company, work with 18 Fortune 500 Companies.. He assures me that this is not a cold call sales company that they market at events for their clients. He advises that I cannot be hired on the spot that there is a 3 step hiring process; we make arrangements for me to come back the next morning for the second interview, all of this taking less than 5 minutes. I thank him for his time and plan to see him tomorrow but first I think I’d like to know “who is this company”?

Keep in mind the following.. I am not told how much the pay is, I’m not told what position I am applying for (he did say that within 3-6 months I can become a Manager), I am told to dress exactly the same for day two and bring a notebook..
I go home and start to Google this company (I find nothing), the address (it lists two different companies), each company name (a subsidiary of a subsidiary, etc..) SO I now know I have an interview with????? Wait, I have no idea. This is the second time today I say, what the hell? But really what else was I going to do today.

Day two.. I arrive only 10 minutes before my interview time (I’ve learned my lesson).. but because I’m concerned about being late, I hurry to the elevator not thinking of the deathtrap until I’m glaring at that one of a kind oriental rug as I go to the 3rd floor. Damn, I think to myself, I was supposed to take the stairs. I enter the office, sign in, and sit in an office chair. There are a total of 8 other people in the room as we all wait.. as we wait.. and as we wait! This time I have been waiting for 45 minutes? Finally a girl (definitely not over 21) and I are called back for the second interview, to that same office with a view. At this point I would like to tell you I have figured out a few things over the last two days, the second interview will be at a separate location taking approx. 2 hours; the girl I am now “interviewing” with does not have a car.

The “Assistant Manager” invites us both to sit down in the office from yesterday, she closes the door and advises that we will be going to another location (this appears to be a shock for the girl, with no car) the Assistant Manager will be driving her there and I am to follow behind in my car. I’m told it is just up the road, up the freeway a few exits, next to the gas station. She says what “event” and “account” we will be working on however a pre-requisite for this company appears to be talking very fast, I’m not sure what the hell we are doing (notice a pattern yet?) The three of us enter the chamber of hell and we make it out alive!! I follow her to a gas station, follow her around the parking lot in my car, but she doesn’t park in an actual parking spot. She tells me to leave my vehicle where it is and I studiously follow her. She introduces the girl to her “interviewer” and we walk back to her car so she can change her shoes, at this point I feel it necessary to point out that I am in fact in a full suit, with my favorite pair of Bandolino shoes. She is wearing a red polo shirt, black pants (possibly jeans) and has swopped her ballet shoes with a pair of black crocs. She apologizes to me that I have to wear heels, she also mentions to me multiple times that we will only be here an hour as she has many more appointments and tons of paperwork to do. This is when we start working.. in a gas station parking lot, in heels and a suit.
What am I supposed to be doing? All of the following comes to me as she talks and I ask open questions that lead her to talk even more (who knew that was possible). She’s a lovely girl, very friendly which is apparent as she visits all of the businesses around the gas station, hugging all the employees (mechanics) and catching up. We start “working” by inspecting cars in the parking lot, for what one says.. Ohh for cracks in their windshields, why would we do this? Ohh because we are supposed to repair them, as she said “everything we need is in her fanny pack”.
After our rounds of the parking lot, the neighboring businesses we take back our corner of the gas station. Our job is what? To clean windshields, at no charge, looking for cracks at which point we offer to repair them (ourselves), at no charge.
This is when you say.. I’m outta here bitches! But I give it another 5 minutes because I wonder what would make her do this, how exactly does she get paid? She seems so nice. She did graduate from college, her father wanted her to sell real estate but she felt that would be boring (I guess cleaning windshields all day is more exciting??) As a new hire I am told I will have 3-5 repairs per day, however as she is more experienced she has 5-6 per day; she says she will take home about $600 a week. Remember those 3-6 months to become management? She’s been at it for 18 months!
A few things I ask myself afterwards..
After I thanked my “interviewer” for her time and politely wished her the best of luck, should I have grabbed the other girl and pulled a Thelma and Louise? I wish the best of luck to Alexandra, hopefully after 18 months of window washing she will finally become a manager!

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According to the zoo animals, I like butts…

I recently went to the zoo with my cousin. I happen to live in a place known for a world famous zoo and it had been many years since I had last visited. I was pleasantly surprised to see wonderful new exhibits, beautiful animals and walk over many walking trails.

Also, the walking trails? Now that you’ve spent all this money on the exhibits lets spend some money on updating the map…it was less than clear. We kept ending up in the same spot (conveniently located at the bottom of a very steep hill) and no matter what trail we took we kept ending up in the damn area.

Anyways…. I was also surprised to learn that animals now have decided that I am no longer able to see them from the front. I am now only allowed to see the animals butts…

Exhibit A: This animal apparently was rescued from smugglers that were trying to bring it in to America. First rule it learned at the zoo?

Exhibit B: This zoo has amazing flamingos at the entrance as a grand welcome. I walked up to see them and this is what I saw….now I feel welcome

Exhibit C: In the aviary this bird was proudly wandering around amongst people and then it saw me and did this….

Exhibit D: Was there a memo that went out as I walked around the zoo?

Exhibit E: Two for one a horse and a donkey, I am a lucky girl!Exhibit F: Elephants never forget? Neither do I! See if I ever recommend the zoo to anyone else ever again!The only animal that would face me? This zen little wallaby

But even he had a warning for me:

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Tell Me on a Sunday: Overrated Musicals!



There are some shows that are amazing and popular and critically acclaimed, but then there are shows that are terrible and yet everyone loves them. While we all love to talk about shows that we love, I find that more people are more interested in talking about shows that they are baffled by or even just straight out dislike.



Everyone is entitled to his or her opinion, and tastes vary from person to person. However, there is always that musical that someone considers overrated and every time someone mentions it they think “What am I missing?”



To help, here the definition of overrated: to rate or appraise too highly; overestimate

Also, here are the words that come up when you put “overrated” in a thesaurus: magnify, exaggerate, blow out of proportion and embellish.



Ok, so with that all out of the way here are the two shows that I think are so overrated that I, to this moment, do not understand their appeal.



And I know that the second you read this, you will think “Have you lost your mind?”



I promise you that I have not



Here they are:

Les Miserables

Phantom of the Opera



I will with while you let that sink in….I know it’s most likely that someone loves those shows.

It just so happens that the two musicals that I have mentioned are two of the most successful and long running musicals in the history of Broadway. But that doesn’t mean I’m wrong, and it doesn’t mean that they’re good.



I know that Les Miserables is based on a classic novel, and I have read that novel. I have seen various adaptions of the novel, both musical and non, so it’s not the story. I think that while it has some songs that are memorable (Although possibly it is because they are played until ad nauseum – yes “I Dreamed a Dream” I am thinking of you). But overall I think that it is a overly long, dark (visually) and overly sentimental musical. It can border on campy and sometimes crosses the line into overblown.



While I know that adapting into a musical can require changes to plot and characters (Wicked, I’m looking at you) I feel like the adaptions leave out some interesting plot information, turn truly vile opportunists into charmingly obnoxious disillusioned con men and simplify other characters into shadows of what they were.



At one point during this show I realized that the person I was attending the show with and I were using binoculars to look at the stitching details on the costumes – that’s how not invested we were in what was happening on the stage.



Now on to Phantom of the Opera……dear lord



Repetition – The songs are incredibly repetitive – how many reprises and sequels to songs can one show have?There is:

“Think of Me” Part 1 – Carlotta, Ballet Girls, André and Buquet

“Think of Me” Part 2 – Christine and Raoul

“Notes/Prima Donna” – Firmin, André, Raoul, Carlotta, Madame Giry, Meg, Piangi, and Phantom

“All I Ask of You” – Raoul and Christine

“All I Ask of You (Reprise)/Chandelier Crash” – Phantom, Raoul, and Christine

“Notes II” – Firmin, André, Carlotta, Piangi, Raoul, Christine, Madame Giry, and Phantom

And that’s not counting all the other songs in this musical!



Lip-syncing- While I understand that due to staging, sometimes songs have to be pre-recorded, it is not cool that the main song, the most famous song and the moments that are so revered by people are also the moments that are pre-recorded. So unless you go to the show knowing that you will be watching someone lip-sync they do not tell you. That’s just cheating….



This adaption of the novel that it is based on is not well done and in doing so sacrifices the character development and with it audience investment. There is no explanation as to why the Phantom lives in the bowels of the opera house (he is a disfigured genius who was one of the contractors who built the opera and who secretly built into the cellars a home for himself) or even his name (Erik). So why should I care about him?



Ok, so now that I’ve gotten that off of my chest….which musicals do you think are the most overrated?

Is there a musical that you avoid at all costs? Why and what turns you off from this musical?

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Thursdays Thesaurus: In The Round

Today we take on the term – In The Round

In the round is a type of theater that puts the actors in the center of the theater with the audience on all sides surrounding them. It can also be referred to as an “arena theatre” or “central staging”.

Theatre in the round can be traced back to Greek and roman theatre and can be seen today in the Greek and Italian ancient theatrical ruins. It came back into popularity in the early 1900’s as theater began experimenting with more flexible theatre arrangements.Usually this type of theatre style leads to sets being designed with care so that the audience is not blocked by furniture or scenery. This staging does require the actors to sometimes have their backs to the audience, so it can sometimes be difficult for actors to adapt to if they are more used to traditional theatre arrangements.

If you are in San Diego then you should go to The Old Globe, their Sheryl & Harvey White Theatre is a theatre that is designed for in the round productions. In Los Angeles the Theatre In The Round Players only do productions in this style.

Now I’d like to know, have you seen any shows in the round? How did you like it?

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