Secret Garden

Last night Douglas and I went to see Secret Garden. It's interesting that after years of agreeing alomost totally, our opinions have become quite different lately. This was at the Dreyfoos School for Performing Arts, and we've previously seen shows there that we liked. This was the musical of Secret Garden; years ago we saw the drama and thought it was fairly good. This show had very good singing and acting; I liked the choreography, scenery, costumes, and music. However, the story really bored me. Part of the problem may have been that the sound techs didn't always have the correct microphones on, and I missed some of the show, but I think the story was just kind of dull. When we returned home, Doug opened up Frank Rich's review of the original Broadway production of this show, and he said the audience may be "bored by it." I was, and felt bad because it really was an impressive high school production.

Antigone

Last night Douglas and I went to see Antigone by Jean Anouilh at FAU. We had seen the oroginal by Sophocles years ago in Ft. Lauderdale, and I remember liking it. Douglas and I have been disagreeing quite a bit lately about theatre, and last night was no exception. This adaptation was updated to France in 1944 when it was occupied by Germany. The production seemed to be of high quality, but I got very little out of it. It is supposed to portray both civil disobedience and tyrannical rule, but I was unable to get past the action as presented. Modern time does not fit with giving your life to try to bury your brother's body, so I had trouble thinking the bigger thoughts.

I am so busy trying to plan a very good trip to New York (one of our shows may be cancelled because the company didn't get the rights) that I can't write any more, nor do I have any more to write. However, this well-constructed blog will not be abandoned before the constructor turns 27.

in the beginning

the excitement begins. the world has been waiting for this. more to follow.
Doug

first post

I am deveolping a blog under force. I don't write well enough to feel comfortable with this, and I never have enough time, but my daughter rules my world. I will try to do a good job, but no way will this be half as interesting as pouters pond.
Susan